The Death of my love

by Joe   Mar 16, 2005


I bury this love six feet under,
For nobody to see nor plunder.
I'm tired of reviving something that should be left dead,
no more words because somethings are better left unsaid.
Heartbreaks are gone no more shall come to pass,
It was a love that was meant till forever but forever came to fast.
Now I'm rendering death and forever with each breathing,
to the soil of the earth that I am now leaving.
I bring it to the grave were it shall rest in peace,
for this is my time to lay down the deceased.

*I'm sorry I wish things could have worked out between us, but I guess best friends are just not suppose to go out.*

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