Inside I cry
By Pandora
We talk of mundane things, If we talk at all The kids, the house, your job And inside I cry We lay in bed at night in silence When we are both there Seperated by a vast world of differences And inside I cry We live in the same house Like boarders who must encounter each other But with out the smiles and nods of recognition And inside I cry Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 08 2002 08:34 PM PST 0 • 1
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"We talk of mundane things,..."