Sunday 6 April 2014

Blunt

Where the heart doesn't seek for his Creator, every beats felt empty.
Hatred outshines love.
The venom sneaked through, where good things fade away.
Too much for something fragile.
It needs some fixing.
It needs some time to heal.
Some time alone.




The DreamWriter.

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