One Thought

December 7, 2011
Years are granted from life itself.
Death cannot always be withheld.
While so many others move along,
just fine.
There is something thats always on my mind,
the way you left as I drew my last breath,
Bloodless tears poured out my heart.
I knew it would end before it would start.
Yet, here I lay amongst the burnt grass,
nothing good will always last.

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