I remember her hands on mine
Her eyes so beautiful and my heart so quick
But I guess this is the end of time
Where meat to the bones stick
Like a wilted rose, this love is decaying
And I will carry you across the world, don't get me wrong
But I can't do that with your hand in mine
I'm not that strong
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The Dark Link
PoetryPoems. Some for my friends, some for my love, some for my enemies, and some for perfect strangers.
