January 29, 2010
By iNKsWorD SILVER, Ottawa, Other
iNKsWorD SILVER, Ottawa, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Don't tell me the sky's the limit when there are footprints on the moon.

They’re best friends, inseparable
Living three doors down
Making life more bearable
So neither one will drown

But each has watched the moonlight
Stream into an empty room
Exposing the terrors of the night
In a cold and barren tomb

Dreams, tears, and secret storms
Torment her all alone
And in the morning she conforms
Leaving these pains unknown

She knows her friend is needed most
In the loneliness darkness brings
The light from one such lamppost
Can erase all sufferings

Tonight all alone she stays
How much more can she endure
Between torn dreams and hideaways
A simple call could be the cure

A simple call that never comes
Despite all of her pleading
A ghost of herself she becomes
Her pains from her life bleeding.

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