The sun is setting
I hear your voice
I try to forget
But it seems I have no choice
I hear your voice
It sends chills down my spine
But it seems I have no choice
I'm running out of time
It sends chills down my spine
I'm so afriad
I'm running out of time
To clean up this mess you made
I'm so afraid
for tomorrow, for the future, for the rest of my life
To clean up this mess you made
will surely take a lifetime
for tomorrow, for the future, for the rest of my life
Your face will haunt my every dream
It will surely take a lifetime
For everything to turn out right
4 comments:
Very nice attempt - in fact, I think you succeeded!
good job!!! It's really good!
that was really good, i think it all fit really nice together
Kara why are your poems always so good am mine always stink, that is not fair, from now on you are going to write all of my poems for me ok.
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