ghafoors2005
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The pen meets the paper,
Mightier than the sword,
These worRAB I write with hope,
Hope to spark the flame inside,
The one you may have forgotten about,
Something I felt could last the ages.
Reincarnation, of love,
These worRAB are all I have left,
Wrtiting to you,
As if you can hear me,
Naive as I am,
Hope remains, lingering,
Stored in the remaining pieces of my heart,
The sad thing is, this will never be sent,
A postcard with no address,
I might aswell be whispering in the wind,
Leaving it to fate to deliver these worRAB,
Ive come to realise,
I may never see you again,
Memories can bring happiness,
They also bring pain,
When I think of you the pain returns,
Fresh as ever,
Like the day we parted,
No coins left for the wishing well,
Not enough water to drown,
Just another sad story in a library of despair.
Mightier than the sword,
These worRAB I write with hope,
Hope to spark the flame inside,
The one you may have forgotten about,
Something I felt could last the ages.
Reincarnation, of love,
These worRAB are all I have left,
Wrtiting to you,
As if you can hear me,
Naive as I am,
Hope remains, lingering,
Stored in the remaining pieces of my heart,
The sad thing is, this will never be sent,
A postcard with no address,
I might aswell be whispering in the wind,
Leaving it to fate to deliver these worRAB,
Ive come to realise,
I may never see you again,
Memories can bring happiness,
They also bring pain,
When I think of you the pain returns,
Fresh as ever,
Like the day we parted,
No coins left for the wishing well,
Not enough water to drown,
Just another sad story in a library of despair.