tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58042845107044829692012-02-15T23:00:04.087-08:00муℓσνєhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14612373158789998001noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804284510704482969.post-19889326632108460392009-04-19T07:28:00.000-07:002009-04-19T07:31:50.222-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">glossy eyes </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">unheard cries '</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">dark clouds filled her sky </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">but no one knew why </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">a burden on her heart thats wasnt even hers </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">she just made sure no one else got hurt </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">tears fill her eyes as they feel her face </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">they flow heavily as if they were being chased </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">stuck in a sidereal trying to feel for others </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">like a scared child at night under the covers </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">at night she drowns in her tears </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">nothing has changed its been going on for years </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">chills run down her face as the night gets old </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">wishing her heart could be warm and no longer cold </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">she speaks clearly but she may not speak loud </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">even if that means only one person hears her out of the crowd </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">why cant people feel for her like she feels for them </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">everytime the light gets bright there's always a dim </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">but now her tears speak for her </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">and still no one hears her. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">- © Jalae' Faith Brown </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804284510704482969-1988932663210846039?l=beneathlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>муℓσνєhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14612373158789998001noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804284510704482969.post-61915137875476165562009-04-05T16:21:00.000-07:002009-04-05T16:26:12.172-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"><em>sometimes people put up walls... </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"><em>not to keep others out</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"><em>but to see who cares enough</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"><em>...to tear them down !</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804284510704482969-6191513787547616556?l=beneathlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>муℓσνєhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14612373158789998001noreply@blogger.com0