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I lie to my best friend every day because I don't want her to know she broke my heart.


Submitted:Dec 31, 2007    Reads: 156    Comments: 9    Likes: 2   


Souvenir

Two years ago, when we first met,
I never would imagine,
that you would turn me inside out,
change my life from deep within.

We touched the stars and made them shine,
to wipe out all our pains,
but now I only touch the clouds,
and forevermore it rains.

The water rusts my heart and then it
makes it fade to black.
I'm short of breath, I fear another
broken heart attack.

The highlight of my day is when
every night I dream of you.
When I see you in the day sometimes,
I don't know what to do,

from time to time, I'll make you laugh,
and you'll smile from ear to ear,
you don't know but I�keep each smile
as a priceless souvenir.

I don't know how to say these words,
they could ruin all we've got.
Maybe one day you might read them,
I know they're not a lot,

so I give you my heart, though it's
broken, black and full of fear,
please give it a home in the warmth of your life,
it'll be your souvenir.





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