Rain hits my window,
as tears stream from my eyes.
I wait your your letter,
I have no regret.
you say you will end,
what’s percious and pure.
you think there’s no ending,
and nothing can cure,
your heart that is broken,
now beats its last sounds.
you think that this is the way,
though I told you its not.
you’ll be breakking your promise,
one that is dear.
but I’ll keep my own promises,
Even if you don’t see them all.
I guess you’ll be up there,
with angels and doves,
and you’ll see that no happiness,
was ever quite found.
So if you make it this way,
while you draw your last breath,
remember you’ll take with you,
my now shattered heart.
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