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By hollywoodfox Date: 2004 Oct 13 Comment on this Work [[2004.10.13.11.46.10242]] |
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Boring. My words bored him to tears. When I spoke he heard nothing. When I spoke he heard death. He didn't as much want "me" as he wanted his own "thing." The sky is painfully blue today. I screwed up my face searching For even one lousy wisp of a cloud Trying to prove that nothing can be perfect. No dice. Perfection seems to be surrounding me lately And I'm not sure if I deserve a part of it. You don't seem to care about that. You stay anyway. Maybe your smile will save me. Maybe if you hold my hand I could have a small piece of perfection And I will feel beautiful again. |