Monday, October 09, 2006















like flies on flowers

she only remembered me by the footsteps that i left

in her heart on my way out

i turned back once to notice her sobbing

sedentary she was clutching her chest

i turn over in bed to another empty side

how it feels when you are alone

a pillow and yet no comfort

i hope to never awaken

drowning in my tears

i hate this

i need this

to cry

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your words strike me so strongly in this peice...it's almost as if you are speaking to me.

5:34 PM  

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