The daily rantings

"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs."

Friday, June 15, 2012

"I woke up this morning
To a dreary day
Thank God I woke up
At all

I woke up this morning
In all kinds of disarray
Because last night
I let the tears fall

I feel that the  only thing
That truly understands me
Are these dreary days and  its baggy eyes
It's darkness shrouded in foggy mist

To hide the hurt inside."

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