| Saturday, October 13, 2007 |
| a thought |
it's just that weird feeling
we all get,
when we find the mirror,
but can't find ourselves.
that same word,
full of bitterness and anger,
we all say,
when we find ourselves,
but we can't find our place.
sure, it's the same look on your face,
when you see me,
hands in my pocket
and smoke in my head.
we found each other,
separate lives,
parallel ways. |
posted by Maharet @ 5:28 PM   |
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