by brandi mc Feb 26, 2008
category :
Life, society /
other
As i taste the salt of my own tears stream down my face, i close my eyes and try to go to sleep. As i drown myself in my own tears, visions of you surround me in my mind usually the throughts of you would help me get to sleep but lately they are becoming nothing but nightmares. My pillow becomes a face washer as it's covered in the tears i have cried for you, and has turned from white to multi-coloured from the make-up that was once on my face. |