Tuesday, 14 June 2011

Your ring doesn't fit.

The checkered board is even
and your the one on the other side
maybe a couple moves to eithier way
and the even however,  collides

the way we feel and times weve shared will always so my love
however the bus doesn't stop where it used to, the monkeys have changed cage.
Were bound together by memories; old-age glue
The ring I treasued, does not fit you anymore.

I love you and always will
and the feelings grow up strong7
for you and me were meant to be
No one can call me wrong


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