It's a poem from a friend about no one I know.
and were you aware
that your footsteps still echo in my head
beating a path i cannot go down again
sometimes the easiest way to cut you out is to manifest doubt
but messy spill it makes watching it become my biggest mistake
listen closely
put your ear to my heart hear the diminuendo from the start
the sounds are crashing flashing signs not to cross those lines
and all this change
who knew it would have such far-reaching range
i cant see the same
i cant feel the same
i cant work the same
waiting waiting waiting for the hope that never came
Monday, May 17, 2010
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