Falling Stars

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She took him by the arm

Brought him close to mean no harm

They sat together so peacefully

Not a single person came to plea

She said to him to stay real close

Until death takes their places

One day she had enough

Of names, cuts, and lots of harm

She told herself to calm down

He knew nothing until that day

She'd killed herself of lots of hurt

He sat there saddly

Knowing nothing but the gentle breeze

She was gone and he was here

Waiting 'till the falling stars begin to cry

He bleed so slowly to end the hurt

A smile of pain covering his lost soul

Once again as two lonely ghost

She took him by the arm

As they sat together on the

branch.....

Yukki666

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