some say,
something so broken can never be fixed
while to the other;
it's okay to be broken so you can be mend,
so is man never contented
but Erica
mine is different from ago
when love left us, all promises were termed hollow
even the one you whidpered
'baby, I will love you forever and a day'
did fade into this omnious lybrynth
woes unto me, wretched of the earth
but
I'm not to be forgiven either,
I'm here to accept the blame
so that if I may live in the shadows of my mistakes
i will feel not, more of dark lines in my soul
asking me to rewrite the wrongs
©ancient7
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