Monday, 13 April 2009

lusts

sort yourself out, you're such a disgrace,
with eyes like daggers,
that tear holes into the heart,
how I wish this wasn't a reality,
I wish light would shine,
how I wish it would just keep on shining,
save me from these dead ends,
these empty beds of broken thoughts,
so I raise my hands in defense,
let me go, oh won't you let me?

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