Sunday, May 16, 2010

Inquitude

Underneath the cryin clouds
Is a woman tarnish with pain
Unvaluable,wretched,useless
A sweven swear gone east
Carried by tainted air
Indign of a little smile
Born to hide and cry
Always left behind
To hear farewells and goodbyes
No matter how she try
To say all is alright
Her eyes reflects sorrow
Unfathomable..killing..
And this and more i can see
In the woman's eyes..
That belongs to me.

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