Monday, January 21, 2013

White-washed wall.

I refuse to hate,
Not that I can,
Even if I try,
I try to not feel,
And it leaves me numb,
As opening your eyes after resting it too long,
That much it worked.

But alongside that
It killed my spirit.
A spirit so vibrant,
A spirit so free,
That when you killed the love,
You killed the spirit,
That defines me.

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