Friday, March 28, 2014

The leaves were painted red and gold,
On the trees that lined the long lonesome avenue,
Empty streets, misty night,
She walked without a sound,
Afraid that her tear would break
The silence of the night.
In her eyes lay her darkest secrets.
In the deepest recesses of her heart,
She hid the pain,
That no one could see
Because no one could understand.

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