Gabriel Gauci Maistre

(Pieta, Malta)

Taken


Forced to let go of you
Forced to leave you
Rot away in the wilderness

Oh how I do miss you
How I miss your sweetness
How I miss your simpleness
How I miss waking up
To you in the morning
You were oh so kind
You loved me oh so much

You must understand
I had no choice
They took you away from me
And I could not fight back
Whatever I tried
It just wasn't enough

Ran away we have
For over three months
A good battle it was
And we went down with a fight
But the tables finally turned
And they caught up with us
Forced to let go of you, I had been

Oh sweet little thing of mine
Why hast they taken you away from me
I miss you oh so much
Do come back to me
Do come back, dear Wall
Do bring her back to me, Facebook

Submitted: Friday, April 06, 2012

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