dark cobalt grey clouds I can take
a few tears are bearable too
empty eyes concern me
deep angry face will move me
what hurts most
are words
the unspoken ones
the bottled up ones
saved, for no one?
rainy days come and go
and still I get dressed in the morning
and undressed in the evening
no words
quietness
too quiet
lost?
maybe
maybe not
speak!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
too quiet
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now i really wish we could go for a walk. hope that everything is ok?
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