How much longer will I hang my head down in the rain? How much longer will I have to wait to see your face?
How much longer do I have to bare to watch myself strain? Crying and lying and hiding the pain. Lost in a mirror maze but I can't see my face The unknown is quiet and dark. And until I find the spark , I'll remember, it was written above the clouds, etched on our hearts. Oh but I'm drowning in the drainage of our light.
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AuthorMy name is Tatiana, but you can call me Tati :)! I love to write and I have so much to share! Stay Tuned! I post every Monday and Wednesday! Oh and please feel free to comment! Archives
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