this poem, like many of mine, is written in my darkess hours, hours of depression.


the key

By the sea,
I start to think,
You think you hold my key,
To my heart for keeps.

I gave you my heart once,
I got it back,
I again took the chance,
Which I now regret.

We are back together,
It won't last.
You think it is forever,
But I just can't.




Poetry by amy-leigh
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Written on 2006-07-28 at 02:28

Tags Love  Broken 

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