January 30, 2009
By Anonymous

The sky like my eyes darkens as you fall farther,
Farther away into the arms of another.
Clouds fill my pupils as the pain begins to rise.
I fake another smile to maintain my disguise.
I play the part as well as I can,
And you stick to your role as well as your man.
The clouds rumble and split like my sanity,
But it gives me a sense of peace and security against this state of calamity.
Some would scream while others would cry,
Yet I refuse both and hope to die.

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