Thursday, August 30, 2007

leaving...


the river runs dry, just like my eyes, i'm tired of crying, why do you always leave me, alone sitting by the fire, waiting for you to come back, to turn around and come back, to look around, please come back.
you always leave me, when i need you the most, when i'm down in the dirt and my sweat turns to dust, when i have fallen so many times that it just refuses to hurt, when the skies are so dark that the stars begin to bleed in blood of black.
when i'm all alone in a world so far away from you.
i'm cold, just like a window basking in the sunlight, alone, cold.
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