friday

November 15, 2010
By Anonymous

The road is paved with broken glass
A rush of time that never passed
Half asleep but, more awake than i've ever been
The fact that no one i know doesn't think it's a sin
You sat there always mocking me without knowing it
the fact that i can't have you all the time bothers me but, i don't show it
you don't care for me too much or atleast it seems so
and, i always know someday soon you'd have to go
the problem with it is that you'll never actually go
because, you've become part of my soul
and i hate you when the sun does rise
but, in the night it's you i prize
how long untill you leave?
it's not you i want to please


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