Forgotton
I can feel an icy knife,
Of your ignorance,
peircing my already
broken heart.
The stiches of pretend
are falling.
Soon they will all have fallen,
leaving my dead heart
defenceless against you.
Because it hurts to see you everyday.
Hurts, cause you only walk away.
by
bluepetalsposted on 06/16/2008
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