The final goodbye after the original
A rose is still a rose
A heart is still a heart
The demise of our love
Is what tore us apart
Though my heart now cries from it's grave
The depth of it's core can never be saved
My memory still serves me well
But a dead heart's story
It shall never tell
A sweet kiss is all it takes
The opening of wounds
is what it creates
It crawls through my skin
to the surface beneath
from the curling of my toes
to the grinding of my teeth
Tis better to have loved and lost
than to have never loved at all
I've found it is better to stand
than it is to fall.
A heart is still a heart
The demise of our love
Is what tore us apart
Though my heart now cries from it's grave
The depth of it's core can never be saved
My memory still serves me well
But a dead heart's story
It shall never tell
A sweet kiss is all it takes
The opening of wounds
is what it creates
It crawls through my skin
to the surface beneath
from the curling of my toes
to the grinding of my teeth
Tis better to have loved and lost
than to have never loved at all
I've found it is better to stand
than it is to fall.
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