Sara Tonin
Bluelighter
A crusted stain is all that remains of the place where a dream used to dance. Flickers of hope tempt me to try to believe in that which does not exist. I warm wave of happiness flirts with my heart but deceit runs deep. Half-truths and empty promises...I used to hear them when my ears could distort their real meaning. Now I know that words may echo out into the atmosphere forever but they soon loose their meaning after they are spoken.
