Not many people noticed the box
she carries in front of her.
Undefined, yet heavy.
Bottomless, not deep.
Only he
ever saw inside -
on that last day
she ever cried.
Knowing,
made him turn away;
He left her
standing
alone on the street.
Waiting
for the next bus,
she never felt it
start to
l
e
a
k
.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 9:34 AM UTC
Not many people noticed the box
she carries in front of her.
Undefined, yet heavy.
Bottomless, not deep.
Only he
ever saw inside -
on that last day
she ever cried.
Knowing,
made him turn away;
He left her
standing
alone on the street.
Waiting
for the next bus,
she never felt it
start to
l
e
a
k
.
listening to HINDER: Homecoming Queen...
give it a listen :)
hihttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6_9RR1dvPU
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