Monday, May 16, 2005

She

A million stabs
My heart bleeds
Same old thing
Never cease

Think back
Beauty appeals
Really lasting
Character prevails

Turn back clock
Changed everything
Regret
Swallow it

Blown to pieces
Everyday
Senseless behaviour
Ridiculous ways

Faith betrayed
Action stinks
Drifted away
Who knows where

Given too much
Appreciated little
Sad to say
What to do

No joy
No hope
No choice
No words
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