December 13, 2oo8.
December 13, 2006.
Numb and stoned like never before
Is this the burial, or is this more
A lie set the bird on flight
A lie again that buried the fight
Nostalgic I'm not, and it makes me wonder
All that was said and all that was done
Precious, it was, or so I thought
Precious no more, its just a blur
Back to reality, the truth is out
A leaden stone off my chest
Its him, he knows it now
Its just him but not the rest
Back in time, I wish I could go
Accept the follies of yonder
Its not me I'm talking about
In search of answers I wander
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ReplyDeleteI'd prefer if I did not have to! :)
ReplyDeleteWanted to say something "profound" but guess I'll just say that I love this one...especially the 1st para!!
ReplyDeletegee thanks N! for both the things
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