Post by WitchBoy on Jun 3, 2002 3:34:15 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Memories of the past creep in.
The right being tainted by the wrong.
Nothing in the world seems pure anymore,
the day never comes,
the sun never shines.
To love and not be loved in return is hard
To be loved but not loved equally -
Hurts.
It burns, it stings and finally our pathetic excuse for an exsistance is turned -
To dust.[/glow]
The right being tainted by the wrong.
Nothing in the world seems pure anymore,
the day never comes,
the sun never shines.
To love and not be loved in return is hard
To be loved but not loved equally -
Hurts.
It burns, it stings and finally our pathetic excuse for an exsistance is turned -
To dust.[/glow]
