With out a trace...

by lauren   Apr 5, 2006


Pulled in by complements.
Torn apart by love.
Tried to sleep in restlessness,
But it flies off like a dove.
I’m bleeding on the inside from cuts you cannot see.
Loving on the outside so oblivious to me.
I have scares from head to toe and tears fun down my face.
Now you know what’s left of me is gone
Without a trace.

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