a sack of pus and blood and bones
a skull of vastness, thoughts, and mold
a heart of love that's grown so cold
is this my fate when i grow old?
a quiet home to wait my day
the day that i go on my way
my quiet home will then be sold
is this my fate when i grow old?
a mound of ash that once held life
is carried by my widowed wife
this is the saddest tale i've told
is this my fate when i grow old
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Natalies Little Secrets
Just some thoughts of mine that I hope you would read sometime ;D
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