Condemned as another
burden in life,
just another innocent soul
caught in the fire created by men
inflicted with a wound so deep
my soul does nothing but weep
the sun went to war and so did the moon
the sun is now dead and so is the moon
a love so immense it caused a weight so
intense, with no strength left to detain a
pernicious love that once stood in its place.
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Author:
Paloma Fernandez (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 21st, 2017 14:22
- Category: Sad
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