When The Music Stops 2
When the music stops,
all the things of glee become nothing else,
but pretense.
A hole in my soul,
which harmony cannot fix.
The sound of laughter not echoing,
a smile that becomes inverted.
The things to be thankful for only add up,
but even the joy they bring are temporary.
by
Itamiposted on 12/07/2007
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