Monday, October 17, 2005

i miss the way that you used to look at me
and all those time spent on the sheets
looking to the ceiling
looking in the mirror now
have i chanced that much so soon...

in these bloodshot eyes
what was it that you saw
except a yearning soul
that failed miserably

for a moment happiness was king
but the Queen came along
with an axe and killed us all.


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