Why?

Apr 13, 2008 16:09



You kiss, I sigh, I cry, I die a little.
Inside, there's lies, despise, her eyes.
You hug, it's love.

I'm cold, this feelings getting old.
The toy on the shelf, the bottom of the box.

You break, she shakes, you hate, her traits.
Square one, you're done.
Yet I'm still alone, they say my hearts stone...

poetry

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