What Are You Infinitly In Love With?

June 10, 2011
The stars in the sky
and the birds that fly.
The hope that dies, when people cry,
and the love of love when all is left behind.
The dew on the grass when the sun will rise,
the spark still there in a blind mans eyes.
The scream in your voice,
the destruction of your kind.
The race to the finish line,
and the whisper of the lie,
"No really, I'm fine."

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