Selasa, 15 Mei 2012

POERTY (PUISI) OF HURT ^____^

where do I have to run,
When love was hurt,
where do I have to tread,
When people love to so badly.
There is no word
no effort
all the destroyed only by reason of its not real
you destroy
to be scattered
tears of love that used to be there now be wound

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