Saturday, December 1, 2012

Your Cries

Your Cries

I hear your cries at night; they no longer pierce my heart. They dissever me not, my soul is no longer yours, you’ve lost what was. 

Pursue me not, I’m no longer for you, our souls walk different paths.  I float on hope of what maybe……….. Floating, a future of freedom from the pain. 

Free, free at last.

From the Ramblings.

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