Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Life: it gets hard...


You Cry :: I Cry :: We Cry

When I cry I feel guilty, staining my face wet smothering it away from dry. I tend to hide away from smiles that are fake as I get tired of pretending. Alone is my biggest fear, mending my personal sores behind closed doors. I'm sorry if I part your heart with my sad, but being human is my hardest battle as I struggle to keep composure. But I keep strong for those around me, I give them hope when most needed. They never suspect me weak, I protect them from the lack of hero I carry in me. 

Aristo Dos Santos
CuPid Poetry

“For Those You Love and Adore”

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