Wednesday, September 14, 2005

a not love poem

listening to something emo

can't sleep
can't eat

some promises are best left forgotten

bitter as cold
dark as devoid

sweet as hell

time has stopped on me
the angels, gone

some lives are best left alone

give me your knife
i'll show you my wrist

painful as the last goodbye

can't breath
can't live

some dreams are best left empty

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