Word by word
I read the emotional poem inside your sentence
Its began with a joke, I couldn't smile
And ended with a mild rain fall
Cut in half
Just like my Hope I sometimes close
You dare us to open back those doors
But I still couldn't write inside your journal
Your name was lost inside mine a long time ago
And now the days go by so slow
I rather sleep then cry Hopelessly
But I still Hope for a better day around December
And when I can't seem to remember the good in life
I still Hope…
Thursday, May 21, 2009
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