Our lady of sorrow

by keisha   May 3, 2005


The tearing sound of love notes echos in my still framed head,
The touch of your delicate hand,
Missing like a soldier dead,
the memories we once had are gone,
the pain to strong and far from withering away behind this broken heart,
my tears falling like a waterfall,
the last breathe of my life breathed because of you leaving me.

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