Alone, lonely ones are
Who figured out their own star
Crafted in their sadness
With so much eagerness
Time elapse
Their happiness collapse
They run for shelter
Somewhere inner
Never crying for help,
Feeling so secured in their shell
They express themselves
In what they wear
Saying indirectly
That they don’t care
Following their silent thoughts
Till they erode
Cries, cries from their silent soul…
- by Cold
joi, 12 august 2010
Silent Soul
Publicat de Cold la joi, august 12, 2010
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