Thursday, September 10, 2009

Sing, Girl.

She crumbled to the coach,
where her face hid in her small hands,
her brown eyes blackened as she weeped.
"Why" is the only word she could speak.
Everything around her disapeared
No strength to move, she felt so weak.
Her rosey cheeks burn.
Not wanting to return.



- Yours Truly. Huckleberry

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