this is suicide
the scent i missed, blowing dust scattered around
the smile i missed, undefeated light
every inch of you is the air i breath
this is suicide
its safed! the 'you and i' part
its safed! the 'me adore you' part
should i sto
this is suicide
unhinged soul is urging
faith is still there
ready to take more pain
its painless though
this is suicide
standing still
keep alive
arguing and contemplating
this is suicide
bipolar
crash and burn
this is suicide
Love never lie
and if it comes to an end
i'll be me
Sunday, April 25, 2010
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Posted by Gynaecia's at 4/25/2010 10:34:00 AM
Labels: gyna and poem, when crap trapped
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