Wednesday, November 25, 2009


At dusk, clouds cover the
Seemingly bright horizon
They then spiral into a mad
Storm and shower us with rain
The children cry as you pull away
From what you had lied about
And said you lived for
You could not deal with the pain
Of your own paranoid mind
Why push into territories
Where there is nothing to be
Uncovered, dug up?
Her past is not coming back
It's your own choice
But by tomorrow, you will regret
It, and I'll wake up to a new

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