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By self_defeat Date: 2005 Apr 14 Comment on this Work [[2005.04.14.21.33.13498]] |
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Staring across the smoke filled table, ashtray full of butts from the never-ending conversation, I remember. Times we shared that were so simple, without the glossy eyes of an alcohol induced comfort, I wonder. If its better that it's easier to accept an unfavorable outcome while still hoping for some Salvation. From the untold pains we both carry, bury beneath stories of fun, tragedy, lonely nights Shared. With other people it's expected? it's accepted? a don't ask, don't tell relationship, who is he? who is She? Carries only a fraction of you, a poor substitute, part of the downward spiral, longing for my Touch. Me in the first moments and tell me if everything will be alright because I'm Finished. Staring across smoke filled tables, ashtray full of butts from the empty conversation. |