Young love

by Laura Gillespie   Jul 4, 2005


Alive and awake, not understanding what had been done.
But, nothing that could have been done. Laughter stooped at on a dime. Nothing was the same again.

A signal soul, broken...A voice, that Criess out. A tear that doesn't fall for her but for the one they have lost.

Nothing of nothing is here anymore
a heart that isn't as broken as you
thought it was. A person that feels
time needs to move on...

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