Sunday, May 17, 2009

taking a turn

when all is perfect

it turns grey could it be it was just too perfect??

flaw was all i could see..

all that i can think of

words turn into swearing

cutting into one's soul

heart just cant beat

with the rythm

of ours

mistakes just can't be erased

like how we did before..

pain is all a game now

as it comes it goes...

tears are just d desperate attempt of holding

sumthin that's never there in the 1st place

Could it be...

U n I... l]not like we thought..

there're never any 'WE'??

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