Is that why I'm so alone?
I lit candles and drowned myself in darkness
In the silence of falling water.
Wondering never brings me nearer.
Am I too far gone?
I press my hands to the window and the sky
Weeps with me.
I am merely a product of my past
And a whisper of my future.
The past is doomed to repeat
(I can take the damage
I can keep walking)
Four years, two months, twenty-five days
Friday, January 15, 2010
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2 comments:
this is really powerful
like it
brilliant emotions
press my hands to the window
sky weeps with me
great
Brilliant but sad. You shou;ld not be sad. Remember this (I sure as hell try to) each morning is a brand new day, a brand new start. Things will get better.
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