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.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Another one...
“Falling’s not the problem. When I’m falling, I’m at ease. It’s only when I hit the ground, that causes all the grief.”
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