Sunday, September 16, 2012

My heart is outside me*


My heart is outside me*

Many broken yesterdays that tomorrow may bring
More of hurt within me, that my heart cannot sing
A loneliness that has stained with much despair
That I move onward, no longer to care
A seed that has been planted to sprout no roots
That love has been taken away from me and found its own truth

Dom*Colucci 2012

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