Saturday, November 23, 2013

A heart that tears*



A heart that tears*

Why do clouds of hurt hang over me?
Feels that the heart should be happy
What do I have to do to turn it around
And not feel depressed to be so down
Was this meant to be, to live in such pain?
To constantly feel this feeling of the cold, cold rain

Dom*Colucci 2013

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