.rusted Locket.
I clutch my side.
The photo in my pocket.
I grace my neck.
This tiny rusted locket.
My conscience in my mind
Is telling me I'm fine.
It seems I can't
get over you.
Copyright © I Have Forgiven You But It Will Never Be The Same | Year Posted 2008
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