Profile Of The Clueless
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Things arent the same anymore.
It couldn’t get any better.
She suggests,
its over.
Photographs aside thy bed,
As I weep a tear
Living in this misery,
The end so near.
The reason is clear
God paths thy way
I should have understood
I should have followed
I chose the other way.
Forsaken the past,
Reminiscing the memories
Why must thy say,
I love you much so.
You will live in my heart
till the day eyes closed
I cant let you go.