My wound of life

by Pilin   Mar 9, 2007


When i was in darkness at the time,
my weakness lays in you.
In the corner of my room i cry,
still waiting for the time to fly by.
I'm struggling on the cliff of never ending dreams,
even the moon burns me with its shadow.
And when the arrows of hatred and broken promises hurt me,
just let me stay here ans let me be,
because nobody can save me from this wound

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