We buried our love
And left it to be
Like a message in a bottle
We cas it to the sea
Not a gravestone to mark its passing
Or a hymm to sing its tale
like the best of plans
It could only fail
Its absence
Like a comedown
A drug i am afraid to take
But always crave
Ill let the memory fade
And the wounds close
And prepaire myself
For my next dose
Thursday, 14 July 2011
Buried
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