Monday, June 16, 2008
Hands into a fist,
Static in my head.
Open up my eyes,
Flooded with daylight.
Another sleepless night turns color black and white.
The storm is letting up,
but it won't die.
If you weren't wrong, was I?
Your picture still remains,
but I wonder are you still the same?
Time to close my eyes,
Forget about this mess.
Tried to fix this tragic loss of innocence.
But how can I forget,
The things I have inside,
When everything is dead?
I never wanted it to hurt more than it should.
I hope you're satisfied,
I never could.
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9:53 AM
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