Friday, October 23, 2009

Im hanging onto an untied rope.

What do you do?
On a night like this.
trying to look through the darkness is my only bliss.
Who do you talk to?
What do you talk about?
Who do you talk about?

Im becoming so blunt with myself, or could it be I dont have anything to say?
I could speak of today, tomorrow, mayb yesterday?
what good would that do?
bringing up things that will only remind me of you...

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