| I Hear the water, rushing
down the waterfall,adding to the serenity. I feel the cool but not
noticable summer breeze that reminds me of you. I breathe in the
fresh air and take in my surroundings, I miss you so much that I
have made myself beleive that your still here. Some call me crazy,
they just don't know what it feels like to be in your arms. If
only they knew, if only they knew my story. They judge me too quickly. They know my
name,not my story. So much lies behind my face of pale, distorted
broken dreams and hopeless wishes. Behind all that lies an untold
story that will remain to be silenced by peoples ability not to
judge a book by its cover, in my case, a torn, tattered, worn out
cover. If only they knew.... |
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