young beneath

A Poem by Deanna

quiet like a train

shutting down

do i even know it's you anymore?

the mask hides a pretty face-

i cant remember it.

but at night when we cry

we are smiling.

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Added on May 26, 2013
Last Updated on May 26, 2013

I could write my sorrows away. more..

morning sun

ramblings.