I'm on my way to your wedding
how I hate to go there
But I just couldn't stay
couldn't stay away for you
see I still care
I couldn't stand not knowing what this man you'll marry's like
What a sad trip to your wedding but sadder coming back
When you take his hand and make your plans the plans we made are through
And though it hurts and hurts how it hurts my best to both of you
I received your invitation and I held it in my hand
But to tear this letter open was more than I could stand
Would it matter if I told you that I cried for my first time today
But I've got my tears turned often so please don't look my way
MY PERSONAL SPACE...IT IS MY WORLD...MY LEARNING...MY THOUGHTS.....WHAT I LEARNED FROM THE NET..SOME NICE ARTICLES FROM OTHERS...I do not write for others..if you want to read..it is fine but this blog is not meant for any discussions...
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