Saturday, March 21, 2009

anyone, of course, could see her, could see her eyes

i used to believe in everything
but it is lies that teach us how to live.

i would like to take my fists and beat you.

i don’t like looking at strange eyes
when promises of slumber have been broken.

you want what you want,
nobody else can have.

one deception will always prove another.

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