Sunday, April 1, 2012


Slowly she takes her shadow
Of a smile,
And turns towards the sun

And the sound, of the fleeting strains
Of the saddest love song one could
Ever hear, makes her
Understand pain

She hears the mocking voices
On the phone
Her smile saddens
Her head slumps with the
Weight of unsound knowledge
Applied to her life

He has no soul, so there
Is nothing to say

All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.

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