Perfect Poems, Broken Hearts, Lost Spirits.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
On top of the roof
The air so cold and so calm
I say your name in silence
You don't wanna hear it right now
The eyes of the city
Are counting the tears falling down
Each one a promise of everything you never found.
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