A lovely waste.

July 26, 2011
Why must life be such a contradiction?
Hot and cold
Good and bad
Thoughts turn into jumbled pieces of a puzzle
Impossible to decipher.
Then, out of nowhere
Something comes along.
Like a metaphoric light at the end of the tunnel that is your cluster f*** of a life.
The light comes and goes
And with each passing glance
Hearts shatter.
Soon there will be nothing left
But a weary soul,
And a heart pining for love.
Like a smokers addiction.
Always searching for a high,
As memorable as the first.
Not-realizing that it is an impossible feat,
Until the darkness envelops you
Six-feet under.

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