a hand is a lyric, as eyes are a tale.
Cold hands
My mouth cannot speak,
For my soul is much too weak.
My heart can only tell a lie,
For my eyes have much to cry.
My hands are now cold,
Like my love which is growing old.
My kiss taste bitter,
As your words turn to litter.
Nothing makes me smile,
Because i know your gone for a long while.
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we need to chill before I leave gain! also, I tried ot clal you 3x, but no one answers :( I dont' think we're going to be able to make the rave this sta. either :(
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