Wednesday, April 1, 2009


and not a single thing has changed.
there's no rescue from this.
every waking day is just like the last.
why bother changing when life still remains.
the smile has been wiped clean
and something has turned to nothing.
a poor excuse for a life
two faced, scarred memories.
hold me tight
after you wake in the morning
i'll be gone.

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