Mon, 03/04/2013 - 23:39 -- LupeP23


United States
45° 0' 52.0488" N, 122° 56' 12.6708" W

Look at the sky,
It’s pure and white.
Nothing compared to my soul
That’s neglected and dark.
The trees stand tall,
Branching out far
Nothing compared to my soul
That slums down,
I hide behind my smile,
The one responsible, the one who conceals my tears and fears.
Afraid that they’ll show,
That my soul is broken with despair.

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