I see you,
for you see through me.
Your precious heart,
has sadly gone.
There's no more stories,
just dead eyes.
Repetitive non the less,
It's so hard to get something off your chest.
Much more to forgive, then to forget.
So bubbly, flash, scene queen, babble.
You've lost the real you,
we have too.
Well now,
so positioned,
by the poison you've drank.
When you accept your first award,
On the back of your mind,
Who will you thank?
I have forgiven myself,
and for that I have forgiven you.
*ing married and loving it!
Saturday, May 29, 2010
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