To whom it may concern
I’ve always been told theirs – Two side to any story. And this is mine. I remember that fatal day Just as it was yesterday. I cry myself to sleep each night, With his love in my heart. The day was warm and sunny – I was woken with a rose and a kiss. I’m trying to remember through all these tears. We got up and went for a walk – I knew he had something to say, But the words just never came. I can still see his eyes, The windows to his tormented soul; And those dark curls Which hid them away from the world. Then before it had started, it was over. But it still haunts me – I hear his voice calling for me – And I still see his face in each one I see. I remember, as it was only minutes ago, But days, weeks, months even years have past – Now each day I harden my heart, But the memory of you just rips it apart. You took yourself away from me – without looking back In your life I loved you – But in your death I loathe you. Written October 14th, 2001 © on Oct 14 2001 12:45 AM PST, Rebecca 0 • 1
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