Irish wordsmith poetry
Monday 21 April 2014
The pain of the past
The pains of the past killed my desire
Came a time when my world fell apart
Then I met you and you relit that fire
Might have nothing to share but my heart
The future it can be ours just to share
I just need you to know that I do care
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