Monday, December 22, 2008
a time for Yohe.
As she sits in the corner face to the floor,
she dispels smoke from from her lips and slowly floats away with it,
letting go of so much pain.
her tears are thick enough to stain,
the pavement that slowly becomes her best friend,
when she needs to run away.
Does it help to say I'm sorry ,
If so than I'm sorry that your so unhappy.
This life, those lies are starting get you down.
Darling don't let them drag you around.
Saying "it's my fault" doesn't help repeated.
Time, love and Jesus seems to beat it.
he'll find out this is harder than,
Taking medicine.
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8:34 AM
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