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We Don't Make a Team

What I threaded,
You shredded,

What I released,
You decreased,

How come you don’t get it?

We don’t make a team,
Not even in a dream.

So take your head out of the clouds, it doesn’t belong there.
Take your hand out of mind, just make a prayer.

Silence.
One beat.
Two.

I’m sorry.
It’s selfish of me.

But pray for my well-being.
Now I’m leaving.

Who knows if I will return?

I want you, but it doesn’t do.

We don’t make a team,
But we do in my dreams.




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aubrey63 said...
Sept. 30, 2009 at 6:28 am:
wow! this is awesome!!!!!!!! the only thing... is it supposed to be"take your hand out of mine?" lol don't worry if it is, though it's just a silly mistake
good job!
 
haileewrites replied...
Sept. 30, 2009 at 8:00 am :
nope it's mind lolz. 2 show that the reader is telling the subject to stop fanatizing (sp?) lolz and to stop morphing thoughts. anyway, the reader and the subject hate eachother, but secretly, the reader is in love. yeah. thanx tho
 
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