Sunday, June 28, 2009

Bright cold silver moon

Sometimes I just wish I could cry,
Let my anguish streak out on my face,
So maybe someone would finally listen,
Maybe someone would be there.

Just to hold me close and not let go,
Just hug me while I cry,
Whisper words of comfort and promises,
That everything will be OK.
~Maddy

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