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By distant moon Date: 2007 Oct 14 Comment on this Work [[2007.10.14.00.33.23274]] |
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I meditate on our simple distance, you come calling when I'm trying to start. Yet in this darkness I'm losing patience, cause in our theatrics, I don't know my part. But yesteryears are all but broken, and teardrops have fallen down, and sweet love has been made over... unfortunately, all over town. I'm being sarcastic though and you know it all so well, I've dressed in my Sunday best you see...it's not a show. But tomorrow is always empty, until we fill it with hope, and good intentions or plans, but for what we just don't know... With our yesteryears all but broken, and blood stains from our battle scars, and sweet love been made plenty, I still find it impossible to start. |