Please don't go - my
soul is yours. To leave
is to kill me, and you
know it. Why are you
leaving me?
I gaze after you as
you drive away, my
eyes filled with salt
that leaves me like
mist.
Goodbye, my love. You
have left me here,
the one to carry the
heart of glass for
you.
Written by Jay Dawson 30/06/10
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