The river
Slowly drifting down the river
are the promised he never kept
the dates that were blown off
and the love notes he'll forgot
he thought all was good
he thought all was well
little did he know
the river was her tears
and she will never tell
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My pen claims my passionate emotions; my pain, my ache, my desire, wraps it all in bleeding ink; until it drains me into a void- Annonomous
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