Saturday, July 5, 2008

Now




Another mask to drop,


Another "just friend"
Another fake smile and a little laugh.


Dream's of you now turn to nightmares haunting my sleep


Filling my head with cinnamon anger


And my heart with copper sorrow,


Hiding tear's i'll never show


Thinking...thinking....thinking...


The past is gone


The future is to far away to think about


There is only now to think about,


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