Saturday, March 17, 2007
nobody hears the words i say,
of broken dreams and better days;
of woes trapped deep within the soul
and blatant truths out to kill.
nobody hears the song i sing,
softly strung a silent song;
of yellow dandelions
dancing in the wind.
nobody hears my calls,
nobody sees my sores,
nobody but you.
there are a million and one things in this world that we seek, but there's one thing in my life that i'll not exchange for all the riches and splendours of this world.
all these arms will ever wanna hold. =D
-cheryl
4:08 AM
Cheryl
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