Empty Sounds
By Vada
I don't understand how you screamed the word love to me. Loud enough to make my ears bleed, breaking a hole in my patched and used wall that guarded everything; yet, somehow that sound meant nothing to you. That sound is what I held on to. What I feel asleep with. What I kept in my heart and mind when everything seemed, wrong. I can't be the one to listen anymore.
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Vada.
Artist.
A girl who is in love with the thought of being in love.
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Thursday, August 25, 2011
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