Sometimes, oceans fill with tears,
Still the tears keep flowing,
Sometimes, Words have the power to slowly crumble,
the solid rock.
Sometimes, the wounds, freshly soothed and balmed,
Just will not heal.
Sometimes, the ones you love most,
hurt the deepest.
Sometimes.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
sometimes
Posted by lilmissinformed at 12:42 PM
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