August 11, 2012

The Silent Pillow

The eternal sorrow of a broken heart,
a beaten mind an' a forgotten smile.
Holding it deep inside, the eyes can still tell,
hiding it long inside, a time when you fell.

The unfinished turmoil that continues,
with months passing by into years,
For a peace that no longer dwells,
Only laughter seals the fears.

The blinding truth that hurts to unravel,
It's better unknown, it's better left alone,
Grieving over sorrows untold,
She lay down softly on her pillow.

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