Sitting in my room
In the early hours of morning
I hear the sound of pouring rain
And raindrops sliding down my window pane.
I see my reflecion and
A vision of memories
Flashing back in my eyes
As if they were nothing but little fantasies.
I suddenly feel the pain rewinding
Feeling that broken heart of mine
Remembering those painful scars
That were once so revealing.
Retracing tracks,
Going back into time
It hurts too much to think that
I actually thought he was mine.
As they say..
Love starts with a kiss
But ends with a teardrop
And it can end any day.
I guess today is the day
Where I sit in my room
Feeling that one tear roll down my cheek
Resembling that raindrop rolling down my window
peak.
Sitting in my room In the early hours of morning I hear the
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Dec 12, 2009 8:35pm
marinshka09 · 1 decade ago
lol thanks
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