Thursday night, home alone. Silence is dead, and keeps surrounded. paper and a pen, both in my hands. my souls cries, and my smiles lies. I cant explain this feeling inside. My dog is barking way too loud because it knows death is around. Moving forward up and down, but a tear rolling down. The silence is so bad because you can't hear my smiles but mostly my tears.
Smiles & Tears
July 22, 2010