Saturday, March 7, 2009

How Come...

How can the sight of you be so pleasant and unpleasant at the same time?

How can a simple word, a glance, a cold shrug, a stare, be so painful?

How come the burden is so heavy and yet the petite shoulders are still carrying it?

How come the flame is going off but never really dies off?

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