‎Monday, ‎March ‎17, ‎2014

So unfair to know after what’s done, after what’s gone
Being without a clue, not even a hunch for a tragedy yet to be born
Such precious she was mine, didn’t know it was the last time
Let the moment slip by, passed through my eye;
Her depart, her physical atmosphere and the untouched goodbye
So many words left unsaid but then who knew tomorrow was a different day
But how can i explain the madness and seething ache for this fate
I could’ve have told her everything she meant to me
I would’ve felt her in my arms and captivate her warmth for to live
As she was the one and only flower in my garden..


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