Dry those tears
Don't weep my lovea train shall pass anew
please babe, don't cry dear
soon the night is through
The pain, soon will be over
the pillow left to dry
soon you'll end up wondering
why ever did you cry?
Lessons learned
Things we made
End up rubbish
Always fade
Happily ever after
Utopia, never real
Ending hurt, all of us
and hurt, too often, we feel
But past can turn to future
Dry your eyes, oh dear
or else this love transform it may
to something you will fear
Poetry by Marcus
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Written on 2007-01-22 at 14:08
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