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I's a shame,
you don't mean a thing to me,
a tragedy,
simplisticly,
pain is obvoius,
a staircase winding in your mind,
there's no apparent end,
it seems poetic appologies are in order,
but they would lack a heart,
a soul,
and overall emotion,
so i will stitch my mouth shut with silence,
i will blind my eyes with ignorence,
i will feel you,
while you quietly fade away,
struggling for the life left in your memories,
our memories,
the ones we formed together,
the ones that i let go,
silence is an infection,
slowly choking the ones that swallow it,
i'll watch you choke,
watch you writhe in beautifull agaony,
like a doll,
you're so delicate,
bright,
gentle,
and kind,
my dear,
you don't mean a thing to me.
 nightmareswings · Wed Feb 21, 2007 @ 02:48am · 1 Comments |
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