The darkness from the night curled in my heart gloom has vaulted itself in a bundle of pain. Losing someone is hard to bear watching them suffer is even harder. Corrsive tears streams from my face burning every heartache in its tole. A painting without its canvas no ground to hold such misery, vapours quickly as it downpours.
- I miss you Grand Ma/Pa heart you both.
Panda Dumpster · Fri Oct 28, 2005 @ 02:05am · 0 Comments |