Wednesday, December 29, 2010

september 30.

the thunder makes me miss more

and the rain conceals the tears cascading down my chin

pouring nostalgia.

the sky is nothing but the melancholic and bittersweet taste in my tongue,

that which i can’t seem to get rid of.

the wind hits with violence, breaking me down.

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