Dumping thoughts...#1

By Viscis · Jan 28, 2010 ·
  1. Viscis
    Alone stands he in the waking dawn,
    A sillouette on an empty sky,
    A Salted tear crawling down his face,
    A bleeding wound of the soul,
    But still he smiles for none to see.

    Alone sits he in the damp grass,
    A smudge on a portrait,
    A heart beat,
    thump,
    thump,
    crack,
    But still he smiles for none to see.

    You can't catch him,
    You can't talk to him
    You'll never see him,
    But you might just hear him smile.

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