the pain stuffed inside
that dearest,figure of yours
but nothing comes after
your crying eyes
longing for only,love
that your veins are punctured
within your heavy breathe
calling out to my back
although you say,I'm alright
lowering your head
those tears know no lies
killing you softly
such days full of vexes
hence faraway
I pray
in the sunless sky of yours
I will gather some light
to bring you
an eternal smile
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Dearest Pain
Posted by Julia&V at 4:46 AM
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