Rident stolidi verba Latina
Words are but a reflection of my mind's eye...
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Despair
A silent tear runs down,
As I see you walk away.
A smile becomes a frown,
‘coz I know you won’t stay.
My heart grows heavy,
Thinking you’d never see.
My sobs grow steady,
Knowing we will never be…
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