Today I watched her tears fall,
Because the bottle stole her dignity.
Yesterday I saw her blood drip,
To try and stop the nightmares.
Last week her face was burried in smoke,
So she couldn't see his face again.
Tomorrow I'll watch a dozen faces turn,
So they need not see reality.
Making Melodies
About Me
- Saracha
- Sometimes I walk down the middle of the road simply because I find the sidewalk boring. When I feel useless, I clean the house. I have friends stretched into the far reaches of this beautiful world and wouldn't trade them for anything.
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