Gone
By Kritter
It might not be my fault, Doesn't really matter. A picture of us, On the floor broken in pieces. Someone else strolled in, Chance took it all away, In a heartbeat like the ones We used to share. Now in my mind, I wonder where she is, All I know is my bed sits empty, Shared with my lonely thoughts of What we had. Like smoke on the wind, Gone. Written March 23rd, 2002 © on Mar 23 2002 11:01 AM PST 0 • 1
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