13.This Sad Bouquet
Must come to an end before it is too late
Wasn't born to hate, I was made to love
But I never knew it was so hard
It took time, took time to accept the fact
That one must loose everything except what you do not choose
It's taken time, long time and yet more time it will take
Before my heart is free and brave enough to break
This sad long tale of moments passé
Must come to an end before it is too late
Wasn't born to hate, I was made to love but I never knew it was
so hard
This sad bouquet of forget-me-nots
That I threw away is growing scars and dots
In this weary heart where there's a bird, so shy
But one of these days that bird will learn to fly
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