Wednesday, October 31, 2007

It's dissapointment

Damage with words
Internal syllables
Made from lies
Breaking my heart
Compelled to cry
Pain from remembering
Our open mistakes left
Precious dreams for kidnapping
In a lost tremble
Nauseous circle of void –
Trust
Magic scared to fly high
An eternity of dreams gone by
Never in us can we try
To be in love so those dreams never die
It’s disappointment.

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