by Adam Smith

Created on: March 17, 2009   Last Updated: March 18, 2009

Clouds hide the mountains like the rain hides the my true tears of the real feelings I have for you I try everyday to pull the ropes of the curtain
I have hidden behind for many years I die a little more every day I hold in the truth I stand outside your door trying to force out the pain you open the door and my courage fades away back behind the curtain to hide my soul remains buried under my feelings as your heart fly's further away

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