I Write FictionA Poem by Inda
Finally awake,
realizing your mistake, - thinking I cry as you do. Believing I hurt too. Those roses I've placed together, Note whether They inspire or not, Flourish or rot. See that skin you've been wearing, The heart that's still beating, Confess it is weak. Silence's easily broken, yet you refuse to speak. © 2014 IndaFeatured Review
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