Blackened skys, bloodred hearts,
Romance is a tortured art,
Maybe we were doomed from the start,
Maybe we weren't ever meant to part,
Who knows what couldve, shouldve, wouldve been?
I never hoped that it would end,
Yet once again,
I am forced into the ice cold reality that what once was,
Has come to an end.
Memory
11 years ago
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