This isn't right
This isn't what I meant
Each day's like a word spoken without thought
As hours pass the stress builds, my teeth clench
You ask too many questions
My throat's too sore to answer
My mind's too blank to answer
My ears turned deaf, my eyes turned blank.
Forget about it, you know I will.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
March 21st, 2009
Poem by Anonymous at 12:13 AM
Labels: life, photography, poem, relationships
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