Treasure Island

LaTrina Jae LaTrina Jae


Breaking Pain


Your heart has a soothing feel through mine
like the wind between my fingertips
the friendly sound of your voice
is like the sand paper to a rough edge
dawn breaks twice before the storm hits the key to our hope
the sunshine cleared all rain when you arrived
Your gone
the raindrops mimic ever tear from me
that shatters the only pumping inside of me
life is lost
pain is caused
karma arrives
pain never dies
to trust may be a mistake
I thought i could trust you
now your 'trust' exploded every breath that i take
the sun has gone away and its starting to rain
life is unbearable, its impossible to break the pain.

Submitted: Thursday, April 21, 2011
Edited: Monday, May 23, 2011

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