My heart cries out now, and is never heard.
I wrote to you in many different ways.
It was through these actions, through my true word
I reached out to you at end of my days.
I wanted you to know how much I care,
As we knew I was never good for you.
I would go to you now, no matter where.
So many different things I would now do,
It's funny how the times make such a change.
I have not been the best of a good friend
As my life does untimately rearrange.
This much I truly know now, here at the end,
As my heart cries out to you in this way.
Loved you always, sweet muse, this I must say.

10/03/2009

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Posted on 10/03/2009
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