21 października 2011

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Sierra Brodman
Sierra Brodman

Hands of Time

As life goes by,
Into the hands of time.
Empty and cold,
But friends stay close.
Her heart empty like,
A cold clean cave.
As someone comes in,
Time takes them away.
As she walks down the street,
The wind whipping her face,
And rain falls down as,
Fast as her heart hits the ground.
Her smile shows but,
Her heart cry's out loud.
She is hidden in the back of her heart,
With her emotions not showing.
She seems so happy,
As her heart shatters like,
A broken vase,
But her smile shines to hide her pain.
As life goes by,
Into the hands of time.
Empty and cold,
But friends stay close.

Veronika
24 października 2011 o 14:13

:)

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Darek i Mania
14 listopada 2011 o 23:17

this is life - friends give color-like the:)

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