Only my pillow knows
My salty tears that flow
Soaking the pages of my diary
And the fear in my heart grows
The terrifying horror around
With my soul made of gold
Laid on my marble skin
My story remains unfold
Sad stars mourning my grief
Through out the milky way
Carrying my memories
Which in my heart still stay
Echoing voice of my cries
Haunting my trembling being
Fluttering the pages in my diary
Reminding my love is dying
Monday, December 28, 2009
My Love Is Dying . .. ......
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