Through the pores
Of your soul
And the depths
Of your heart
If no one is around
If there is no sound
When the days get cold
And shit gets old
Morning dew is gone
And the sun still dont
Shine
The will is no longer
Of life
If nothing seems right
Owls dont who..
They how..
And birds dont sing
They scowl
With your tears
Of joy and sorrow
And the blood
That runs in your
Vains..
When sweet is
Sour..
If your breath
Becomes your
Last..
Future becomes
Your past..
Even if you think
You cant
And you feel like
It wont matter..
Reach out to me....
Friday, February 12, 2010
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