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Sitting at my perfect desk
well poised and attentive
as I'm cowering in the darkest corner
hiding from my fears
and you turn to me, asking me "Are you okay?"
but the words spill from me,
vile and putrid: "I'm fine"
while the pain thats inside of me
is taking the life from me
when you turn away,
my heart screaming out to you
but my smile consistant
you come back to me, demanding me: "tell the truth"
and the words are like life within me
filling me, finally allowing me to
breath
 lynsae4 · Fri Feb 10, 2006 @ 04:39am · 0 Comments |
