Flames of the heart burn
Oh how she wishes you knew
What you really meant to her
Before everything shot up
BOMB
All she remembers
All gone in thirty seconds
All she used to know. Laying there
DEAD
Stepped in front of her
Now she wonders:
Who to blame
Was it your best friend or was it the gun man?
Thursday, March 24, 2011
shattered love
Posted by ash at 12:38 AM
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