That VoiceA Poem by Megan WylderPeice of heart laying on the floor, Surrounded by a pool of tears. Forever was suppose to mean something.
The time, unbearable, since then. Since the end. Everything a torment to the past.
That voice, of once doubt, turns to comfort. Smooth and soft, sensitive. "Everything's gonna be ok" Something worth listening to. © 2008 Megan Wylder |
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