January 2011
38 posts
A cry for help, a hint of anaesthesia, The sound from broken homes, We used to always meet here. As he lays asleep, she takes him in her arms, Some things I have to do, but I don’t mean you harm. A worried parent’s glance, a kiss, a last goodbye, Hands him the bag she packed, the tears she tries to hide, A cruel wind that bows down to our lunacy, And leaves him standing cold here in...
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December 2010
48 posts
