Somewhere within...the teardrops linger...lost.
Exhausted time and energy...forcing them to hide...beneath anger and disgust.
A soul unadorned and exposed...now...right here...for all to be shown.
With each line and every rhyme, unshed tears they will find.
Monday, September 8, 2003
Him
Sometimes, I wish I never met him. For, my heart would still be my own.
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