NOt us
Submitted by rosy on June 12, 2010 - 8:57pm.
English | Fiction | love
I make myself beauty in his eyes
When i feel the Wounds
never heal from him
he never love me..
I stick to a place of silent
Wondering why i love him
No answer would find
Every corner I build.
Walking of thorns
Share the tears
each leaves of grass
It never be the same.
Could i BE one of dust?
Never count.
It's blank.
BLANK forever..
Rosylife
HAy..............emoeffects ba??
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