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THE HANDS OF THE CLOCK

Member since 2005 · Posted 21 Jul 2005 · 6 comments

The hands of the clock Takes me back to the memory lane And the way the tears fall Each drop makes my heart cry out in pain I put all my trust in you And you stab me in the back You just said 'you love me' But you never prove Still like a fool I believe That you only love me Day by day,night after night I pray for you Till I realish That you won't be coming back You left me for good I was nothing for you It's too late,but I understood So now all that I have got Besides me.is your memories And my broken dreams.

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[3] Stephen Robins 25-Jul-05/11:32 AM Reply

Richard Whiteley once told me to fuck off. I think he meant the message to be passed on to you from beyond the grave.

[n/a] prettyktm › Stephen Robins 29-Jul-05/11:01 PM Reply

HA HA HA,I don't know what made you send this comment to me.but if you are a writer [like me] than let me tell you this.that some
times writing is much save and easy task to do then [f....]coz
you just need to use your brains.take care

[n/a] zodiac › prettyktm 31-Jul-05/1:47 AM Reply

Is English your native language?

[n/a] prettyktm › zodiac 1-Aug-05/1:37 AM Reply

NO I am an INDIAN and I live in the land of mystery called INDIA.

[n/a] zodiac › prettyktm 1-Aug-05/10:37 PM Reply

Really? Why don't you talk-talk in double-double language like other Indians?

[n/a] prettyktm › zodiac 2-Aug-05/12:33 AM Reply

HI,I can talk and understand the language of love and peace.
take care.