The cool wind blows through the trees
Letting a haunting whistle travel the land...
You don't ever completly leave my mind
I may escape you durin the day but you Always come...
I know you have moved on
Your happy without me around...
Inside this mind of mine
I try to sort out the thoughts...
I wish you were here
to run away the shadows...
There is something inside me
that I can feel stirring within...
I think about my regrets
and wander what I would change...
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On rare occasions when we find ourselves looking into the eyes of death himself, only then destiny may show you glimpses of the things she has written in the stars. |