threeA Chapter by ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))Your face lingers in my mind when I hear the voice over the speakers Why did you leave me for him? My mind is in an on-going fight between right and wrong, From where you stand I only see your face, images of us floating In the spectrum of imagination. Seeing is believing, or that is what they told us, But look at where we are today, Separated by air. © 2011 ((Teenage_Poet_Loser)) |
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