the sound of your serenade from the open window.
Monday, June 25, 2007
endless nights.
crying myself to sleep.
no where esle to hide.
suppresing all the pain.
right here inside.
theres no one who knows.
no one who suspect.
yet the hidden memories.
still hurt me every night.
jasmine.
words spilled @ 10:48 PM /
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