A silent, empty sunrise
Is beauty for us all
The gold inside of your eyes
Is making me seem small
You stole my rotting heart
With a photo and a word
Our dreams grew fast apart
And it all seemed so absurd
Now I'm killing you in spite
Of what you can't perceive
Will it be fight or flight?
Will you stay here or will you leave?
It's time to end this story now
Where all there is is woe
Your humble heart will not allow
Your thoughts, I'll never know
Sunday, April 4, 2010
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