Good bye

by Amanda   Dec 5, 2005


The crimson roses are shattered when will the past stop haunting my future? November rains bring a weary daze on the rest of the 18 days of painful waiting. To be near you on that fateful day, when the crimson roses fell from our hearts when saying goodbye.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Drew Pieper

    Peachy... really good ... keep up the good work