Feb 20, 2005 17:13
Here we stand in this cold air,
Unable to breathe,
Unable to care,
We leave beside us an empty space,
Dark and empty,
Like it's a grave,
And all we see is a hidden truth,
Betraying me,
Betraying you.
You'd be a great secret, if I could keep you...
♥ Megan
P.S. I didn't write that.
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