Old.

by Danielle   Sep 13, 2005


Old patterns on the wall
Above the bedpost
Were forgotten.
Old hearts mourning in the winter
Down in the snow
Just breaking.
Old tears are falling in place
Beside the darken hall
Always dreaming.
Old smiles on the table
That are not real
Are fading.
Old lines in a song
That are nothing
But screaming.

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