Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Numb

Buried in the soul a shard of hate festers
Blossoms and blooms when indulged.
On the surface you're calm,
Beautiful even,
But something inside is all wrong.

You take all your pain and bury it there
That place where your dreams lived and died.
It was once a garden
But now just a desert
Lost when you let your tears dry.

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