April Swan

(3/3/95 / san deigo)

Mirrors of Sadness


I gave you my shoulder
My heart and my care
I have gave you my wisdom
My stress and my tears
I have given you everything
I wish I could of had
Because I saw myself somehow
Without need for words
Like a mirror in the glass
But beautifully sad
Something about you
That made me risk
All I had
I am not sure why
But it made me hope
And I was taken

Submitted: Thursday, March 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 22, 2013
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My explanation for why I risked so much. The influenced my attraction as well as my caring feelings.

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  • Tsunami Hs (10/15/2013 6:52:00 PM)

    I really like the way you write. It's simple but sends a strong message in beautiful language. (Report) Reply

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