You cleaved my heart into two,
You did not go empty handed,
You took both of the pieces,
Leaving me empty inside,
Dull, aching and void.
Why do you persecute me like this?
Is this the price for love to be paid?
You did not go empty handed,
You took both of the pieces,
Leaving me empty inside,
Dull, aching and void.
Why do you persecute me like this?
Is this the price for love to be paid?
2 comments:
nice one... don worry... in good time... things happen... n wen they do, its the right time
Ya...but it is a really long time.
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