As the clock ticks, the memories
fly through my fucking mind
like flipping pages from a book
one without a happily ever after
Flip right to that page, yeah
that's the one, see the girl
with the smile and a heart
now skip ahead to chapter nine
See that girl, now she's changed
no smile, no heart, somewhere
amongst the pages they were stolen
by a man who called himself Love
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A contest entry
- 1000 Titles. by Antebellum.
550 points, ended August 13, 90 entries
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love the language/ word choice here.
wonderful write.
thank you for taking the time to enter,
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this is sad. but i like the way u used a book to discribe it. Great write
xoxoxo
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Ah..how hard is the life and how hard are the truths of life sometimes..you have captured the truths in the words...very sttrong words..and poetry as well..well done...
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