Oct 2013
even the bravest bones
cannot weather every hurricane alone -
and my tired heart is still trying
to beat in places
where the world is hushed.
I am waiting
for the quiet.
cannot weather every hurricane alone -
and my tired heart is still trying
to beat in places
where the world is hushed.
I am waiting
for the quiet.
I need you.
Written by
Francesca Gabrielle Hurtado
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