Memories Gone

May 1, 2010
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Lock your small heart, talk like a monotone,
Repent your sins and always say them in darkly tone,
Bidding your allowances to my every quote
Break ties you liar, scratch them never promote.

Your narrowing girlfriend creeping character,
Keeping you by her side she supports bad nature.
Take bows while lies have real life in your dreary heart.
Try not talking underneath fake masks losing art.

We were the friends, the twins, you one me two,
Our friendship weak I had feelings blue,
Our past, our untrue, it seems, our hours;
You knew its end and broke recently: You are sour.

It now has a damaged soul; you speak loudly near,
Words though have no worth alarming you dear,
Leave yourself to scoundrels or cry in your sleep;
I almost feel your empty pain but cannot weep.

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