I wrote this for you,
So you wouldn't forget me,
Remember the way it had to be.
I drowned in your eyes,
And tasted your sweet lips,
Touched your hair,
With my cold finger tips.
You felt the same,
And thought he is the one,
We would be together,
But we where torn apart by the gun.
I lay here in a pool of my own blood,
Wishing that you would be here,
I tried to reach for you picture,
So I could see plain and clear.
Why I held you so dear.
Those deep eyes I've drowned in,
Those sweet lips I've kissed,
The softness of your hair,
That is what I have missed.
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