Mend
Now a crumbled mind is left behind
A true deciever to any innocent believer
crulity hits my senses
My body so tense
The tiredness of trying
Misguided loyality of one so pure
A tear has fallen
Nomore strength has the end
I will mend my friend
Never again to be left in the cold
An old gypsie tune
Never give your all
as it can be sold
It was written in the runes
Many tears ago
Deception is you within
Lies that are not disguised
Emptyness screams
From what has been
At first i was never to see
But now a mind is left i set it free
Copyright © Sarah Hales | Year Posted 2010
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