Sunday, September 22, 2013

Guilty Pain


A heart with full of hopes
Covers all the pain it feels,
Trying to beat in normal stage
Even if coping in strange guilt.

A guilt trying to tied up of ropes
Covers of blood in wound that peels,
Trying to hide it and change
Even if smiling is hard to built.

:(

jr.

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