söndag, augusti 01, 2010

a busted lip & broken skin

I wake up in the bathroom
and dare not bother asking
why the mirror's craked and all I see
are shards of glass inside of me

And while I wait for wounds to heal
I see you by the window sil,
your heart's torn out
a plastic spoon
when honesty lit up that room
so I stole the pillowcase to clean
this mess I've made of someones dream.
Now you've seen what I've done..

when the weight of all the world's gone wrong again

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