Heartbreak
She was goddess like, a dream come true,
the apple of my eye.
When through her hair the wind had blew,
while in the meadow we lie.
We stood up from our resting place,
and chased each other in fun.
An expression of sadness fell over her face,
and away she begins to run.
I begin to run right after her,
I feel on my chest for her token.
When I come to a cliff I chose to look o'er,
and there she lay all broken.
Ken St.pierre
Unknown "celtic cru" Hungry
- 16 years, 4 months, 7 days ago