Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Blindly falling from nothing, the walls scrape my shoulders as we slide down.

I hope that someday one will understand and two will love me.

The world spins so fast, my feet never touch the ground.

Bright colors and quiet days narrate my life, where have you gone recently.

Adults play pretend just as well as children

Pretend you’re here, pretend everything is fine

If only my brain were similar to this land of barren

Pretend your worries away, pretend we are intertwined.

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