Monday, October 25, 2010


I like to be sad.

Sometimes I like to lament.

I like to wallow.

Sometimes I like the taste of tears on my face.

I like the shudders of agony.

Sometimes I embrace the darkness.

Because I knows its name.

Sometimes I hear the hearts of the broken.

I always cry with them.

Sometimes I give them a piece of my heart.

I hear the words they refuse to say.

I'm not a depressed soul.

I just tend to love on the broken.

I sing their songs because I know the words.

Sometimes I'm overwhelmed.

Because in those very moments I find my Joy.


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