Sunday, April 22, 2007
Crushed hopes and vows forsaken Like Rusting metalBroken glass lies on the ground, reflecting betrayal.A tale of broken trust, the wind whispers;The sin is sealed, a flower withers.The problem is not why, I just wonder how.Tis’ not for the other, for she is Foul.No – the issue points to you, I question your words;Because now when I look at you, my eyes see dirt.You must hear me speak; you have to understand,For faith, when shattered, is hard to mend.Forgotten friendship, perceptions altered,Alike filth on glass, your image tainted.By Jinneh Written on 21 April 2007Editted by Jo a.k.a Darren Jerrold Ho 22 April 2007
goodybye; 10:53 PM