September 28, 2010
When something dies you let it go,
But that's one rule I don't oblige.
We know it's wrong and could be lost,
So why are we still here, waiting with each other?

I walk by your side and you by mine,
Silent and unspoken, yet distressed with no ease.
A fork in the road, or a piece put out of place
Seperating our connecting bond,
And breaking down what's left.

A hidden face, a string of lies,

An unspoken word, or one too many said.

A daunting gaze, a hurtful stare,

A feeling of lose, or a sense of gain.
We'll never know what brought us here,
I staying here and you over there.
But one thing that will never change,
I will never go over there, and you will never come over here.

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