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by tearstainedlies Mar 30, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
What's the point with fakin love its like staining a perfect white dove it looses the beuty the heart is gone the music stops playing your favorite song as the tears start to fall and the sun starts to leave just tell everyone i died for they soon will believe but tonight because of you I will forever fly and visit my only true friends in the night sky
by flawed diamond
I LOVE this poem. Flawless.