Oct 24, 2010 10:37 PM
The poem without a title.
And the happiness that follows i cannot escape
And the smiles that erupt are poisining me
Yes, i'm now that frozen statue
Perfectly painted on face along with that smile
Whispering in a hushed voice
Crying through cracks that haven't reached the surface
So while they all pass by without a glance
I'm crumbling on the inside.
And the smiles that erupt are poisining me
Yes, i'm now that frozen statue
Perfectly painted on face along with that smile
Whispering in a hushed voice
Crying through cracks that haven't reached the surface
So while they all pass by without a glance
I'm crumbling on the inside.
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Draculaah
| Oct 24, 2010 10:37 PM |
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