December 11, 2007
By Devon Henry, Garner, NC

Somehow I think you’re lying
Somehow I know you’re hiding

I hate the way you walk
You play, you laugh, you talk
You hold, you sigh, you love
I hate the way you live

Because somehow you know
Somehow you see
You know how dark
How twisted I feel

Somehow it isn’t friendship
Somehow it isn’t family
Somehow it’s more or less
Somehow it’s deeper, shallower

Do you understand?
Somehow I think you do
You always do but
Somehow it doesn’t matter

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on Dec. 11 2010 at 7:27 pm
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Some truths best left unspoken.

Somehow this is not quite a complete thought.


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