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By CryingShame58 Date: 2013 Jan 19 Comment on this Work [[2013.01.19.03.45.2731]] |
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I went to the park to get away I ended up leaving, I couldn't stay I walked along a quiet street But heard the pounding of my own feet. I tip-toed home to not be seen I hoped and prayed it was a bad dream I flew open the door called out your name The dead silence called back "it won't ever be the same". I cry in silence, I cry in a crowd I rattle on and sometimes I'm loud I'm lost, I'm found, I'm in a fog Each tear, each word, it's in my blog. Every day, every night, nothing's right I think I'm better but this loss bites Waiting and wondering when will be my last breath Because you'll be the first one I'll see after death. |