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by Gregas May 30, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Steps on the road my fear really showed checking my watch am I late? The wind blows in my face it was like he knew I should turn back push on! or I will be late I think of memory's past off all the things she said the things I cant forget step by step no way back Waiting for here five minutes past she is running late for the last time I check my watch What should I say hello or hey maybe a hug just not a handshake not a kiss that would be to much Like a creature from the dark she walks out in to the light here eyes were so blue a perfect smille so true A perfect day sun in my eyes fierce wind daied down only slytle moving the leaves on the lone Wind knew I will fall in love he knew she will be gone he knew I`ll be crying he knew I`ll be writing this poem Soon we will meat again I can feel it in the air the word travels fast on the wind it has bean a year since then This time my friend blow me off my feat tear apart my heart do your dark art