memories part-II

i m a clay
and ur my porter
mould me as a tray
let me carry ur mortar
to save u from all eartly torcher

memories part-I

i left it all to chance
maybe i should have adopted a different stance
its not that i m not made for romance
buti never got any of ur single glance

-|- departing soul -|-

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rusting soul waiting to depart

ripping of this heart apart

cloudy eyes holding that teary storm

slashed wrist sheilding a lovers mourn

dripping blood craving for boulaverd unknown

calling my vertigo for anarchial form

da yell querring for her departure uninformed

echoing its way to my subconcious neurons

rusting soul to depart alone

leaving this heart with ur memories forlong

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