Inside

by Beatriz Zamora   Dec 2, 2006


It hurts, you know.
when you leave.
when I see.
that I do all this for you.
and you go.
I miss you so.
it makes me sad.
it makes me mad.
but you don't care.
and we don't speak.
about the things.
that our heart keeps.
and we regret.
and we deny.
those simple words.
we scream inside.

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