Posted by happyflower on October 23, 2008, at 21:35:04
Never wanting to give up
Trying with might to transcend
All the burning trespasses
Made on her naive being.As means of her survival,
She weakly moves forward
Yearning to feel safe within
the cold world she is seeing.One step forward, two back,
Some would give in the fight
Living with such memories
Scorching her eyes ringing.Some are lucky, and some not.
Believing it makes one strong,
Courageous overcoming
She feels in her skin stinging.
poster:happyflower
thread:859030
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