Thrown, by Worth Subscribe to rss feed for Worth

A million stars in the sky
A million lives that cry
Pain exists, when you love
Try to resist.

Shades of clouds.
Scream loud.
Try to hide the hurt within.
Run fast from the storm.
But not fast enough. 

Darkness, nothing left.
Pick up the pieces.
Shattered ideas, thoughts, 
Plans, feelings,
Togetherness.
Broke.

Posted: 2012-09-10 19:55:33 UTC

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