Our Ride

July 7, 2011
take my hand let me breathe
its time to start a whole new thing
new sights and sounds
a way to speak
a different being
i cant be me

crave and shape
my mask is made
hiding for sake of sane
build me up break me down
i have become the lifeless puppet

will me so, will me not
how long before there's no more forget me nots
fast to fall slow to fade
all dust settles on our days





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