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The colour of tears
It were the tears
of her heart, which
made it impossible
to speak. But did
you see the cry in
her eyes? They begged
you to tell the
colour of the tears,
that were being
shed for you. You
saw but refused to
speak. You understood
but didn’t want to
listen. ‘Cause they
were of a pure white
of a broken heart.
Just like yours.
Two souls, bound for
eternity, but too
broken to be together
It were the tears
of her heart, which
made it impossible
to speak. But did
you see the cry in
her eyes? They begged
you to tell the
colour of the tears,
that were being
shed for you. You
saw but refused to
speak. You understood
but didn’t want to
listen. ‘Cause they
were of a pure white
of a broken heart.
Just like yours.
Two souls, bound for
eternity, but too
broken to be together
08 aug 2009
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