Jul 18, 2015, 12:44 PM

The London Eye 

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Some day I will understand

how you treated me...

Was it wrong? Was it right?

Was it really thee?


I can't hold on to empty words,

nor can I hold on forever;

you are the one thing I will not regret

through days of sun and rain...


The London eye cries with cries

While the rain is drizzzling over

Our heads, our eyes, our bodies

as you go in the distance...



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