my bitter heart speaks
To someone, you might know who you are ...Though the rain stopped,
but the amore remains barren and dry,
Though the fragmented mirror pieced together,
but the reflection will never be akin again,
Though the wound healed,
but the scar forever etched,
Though the facet looks like never been swayed,
but underneath something amiss ...
Harken thee, my bitter heart hath spoken
-isman [26 April 2005 @ 11:40 PM]-
posted by isman @ 10:30 AM
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