Occasionally when the moon is just a sliver, and
all are sound asleep dreaming of happiness and love. When the
clouds silently roll in, she slips out the open window and follows
the moonlit path down to the still lake. She sits and looks at her
tear stained reflection thinking about how everyone is happily
dreaming, and she is silently weeping because she is the only one
who truely understands what its like to be
broken.
Occasionally when the moon is just a sliver, and all are sound
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Feb 4, 2014 10:01pm
