for that wich is most sacred to the heart is offten lost at ones own falt.
for once you have found true love the most painful thing is to have lost it
by your own hands, but i would rather suffer the pain of watching her hold
another man than to never have her in my life again in any way. never shall
i feel the same bout another, never will sex satisfy me the way i has when
it was with her. nothing feels as wonderfull as it had when i had her to
hold in my arms and now i livee with the pain of my broken heart untill the
day i can call her mine once again.
i lay on the ground the knife in my hand. silver and red glow in the moon
light. the life water flows form my wrist as i cry my tears of red. for my
sins against this world have made me lost in the depths of dispare. the
sight of the ones i have loved and the ones i have hurt fade black as red
flows down my face and runs from my arms. is this the dream i am ment to
have for life or death. these tears of red they flow and make the white
rose grow. gone from pain and confusion i dont kn ow where it is i stand
crying my tears of red.
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