Drops of blood bringing memories.
A memories that have past, have changed.
One drop, is of time we were together.
One drop, is of time that could have been.
One drop, is of time I shared alone.
One drop, is of time I hadn't say goodbye.
The drops of blood would not stop,
For the memories are more than a thought.
The pain is eternal,
For the blood drips from within.
It comes from inside, and won't let go.
It hurts so badly!
But I deserve it...
For as long as I live,
There always be someone who would be hurt.
He will fill the pain I fill,
Knowing it or not.
But that someone, is my half lost soul...
When we will meet, we will be one again.
But the pain will grow, not stop.
For one brings pain,
And the other brings greater one...
But our soul will be whole again,
And we could overcome the pain.
In this overcome, we will understand.
That now, we can live or die- in peace...