By Writie
Today unlike every other day
The sun has risen
Not shiny as usual
But at least there’s a ray of hope
Some day I will overcome
Some day the memories will turn into golden strings
I just hope
That one day I wont have to cry about him like I do
He left,
Not like he always does
This time for good
If only there was a direct line to heaven
I`d call him straight on, and let him know that I wished he stayed
Even so, If my heart must break for his to rest
Then let him rest
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