I never could understand why,
I always knew how,
But I never knew when,
And that all changed when my life was took,
Everything I understood had been bent,
But at least now I know,
If forty years have gone,
And death to me has been sent,
Away my love will never have went,
- Author: Raskolnikov (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 15th, 2018 19:45
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 25
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