Still Uncontinued
Many to young to feel this pain i fell, the kind of love sprung from the ones good of
heart.
Intelligence not something in the mind born with, love in the heart itself.
Thus this be the time when two and two go together, while one soul burdens
alone.
Despite the high priest from above that tell our hearts to stop beating, just
another tranquillity.
This mind not only suffered from pieces of broken skin but from lies that burrow
within the soul.
Myself feeling ashamed while themes play a tune still uncontinued.
Copyright © Breana Swain | Year Posted 2006
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