by Karacan
We kissed again, for the first time in a year. After a while, I asked
her why she was crying.
She turned to look at me and said: "Because I did not feel anything at all."
That is when I learned that the poets lied: the sound of a breaking
heart is little more than a disappointed "Oh".
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
The Breaking
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1 comment:
How you do that in 55 words I don't know.
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