The cursed pt.3...

by SplitSided   Oct 20, 2004


6 months later back for more.
He stands with flowers at her door.
Ready still at her side.
As destiny and destruction collide.
She backs away.
And again he has more to say.
Wanting to be heard.
He stands on the curb.
It's begins to rain.
Her patience starts to drain.
She opens the drawer and grabs a knife.
Looks at her wrist and trys to end her life.
His love still burns in his soul.
Destiny will soon take it's toll.
As he gets in his car the tires start to roll.
It was his heart that she stole.
Leaving in anger.
He goes and that starts to change her.
She calls his name but he's not there.
With shame she cannot bare.
She follows him in persuit...

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