Thursday, December 24, 2009,

In a normal way I can't stand blood to see,
But how damn good it feels,
To see you suffering.

My heart used to beat only your name,
How often you said yours did the same.

So beautiful to see you suffering,
So beautiful to see your blood on everything.

We used to shine brighter than the brightest star,
We used to fly high, higher and far.

How easy a world can collapse,
How hard it is,
For two worlds to meet.

Now,
Cry your tears and please
Just leave.

©TIEN


12/24/2009 09:01:00 PM


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