December 30, 2017
10:55 pm
10:55 pm
(Piece of my soul)
Mongezi
Nothing is the same
Sweetness turn plain
From colors to bland
winter in springtime
beaches with no sand
today doesn't matter
tommorrow I dread
yesterday's with you
are stained in my head
ribbons unfold
some words never told
now that you're gone
my cries I can't hold
forever broken
a piece of my soul
Sweetness turn plain
From colors to bland
winter in springtime
beaches with no sand
today doesn't matter
tommorrow I dread
yesterday's with you
are stained in my head
ribbons unfold
some words never told
now that you're gone
my cries I can't hold
forever broken
a piece of my soul
Deborah R Shaw
The Silent Stalker
The Silent Stalker
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