Saturday, March 17, 2007

The Queens Violin

Erin was the one from the bus
Not that guy called Gus
Mum scolded me in disgust
The way I treated her once
When she was gone it all turned to dust
For thats when people started treating me rough
But now I am ready in this stance
A fallen "Angel" with a Glance
Broken wings a dire dance
For her I will die a thousand times
Before the day turns to dusk

"Happy Birthday Babe for later this month dont think I can make it on the day"

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