Mother of a memory
nurtures just the pain
love has no purpose
umbrella's with no rain.
Hands that can not touch you
eyes that can not see
a heart that still loves you
and other useless things
Little broken promise
it's all thats left behind
the sun it shines so brightly
but death has left me blind
Little scrap of sorrow
Lost and never found
bound up in the aching
laid deep in the ground
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