Thursday, 17 July 2014

For a moment I heard your cry
A quickened moment 
I saw you trying to survive.
Shattered but whole.
Mask it baby,
you're a terrified soul
I have found ways to try to make you stay.
I have searched deep, begging for the words to say.
I can't find you baby, 
you're lost within your ways
No heartache baby 
I'll be the first to run away.

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