Viola Grey - Sacrifice

Tears mean nothing
compared to blood run dry
from loving you.
Each slow beaten drop
heralds another subtle lie
we tell each other
in order to smile in the face
of anger.
And I'm just so damn tired
of trying to break the surface
and cry.

2/4/09

Viola Grey

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