Photo Album

by smile   May 15, 2006


Flicking through the the pages,
The photos piled high.
Just there as a memo,
A reminder of why.
Yet this picture is not of how happy we were,
No but of the ways you chose to fight her,
Destroy her, and right to the very end,
Rip up my life,
Now whose left to blame?

yeah i really do hate him for that

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  • 18 years ago

    by livingwith

    Short but strait to the point i like it