Saturday, May 22, 2010

i was bored

Why are you blind,
To the pain that is inside?
It is your fault,
For why my heart is a vault

It is killing me inside,
The games and the lies.
You are not really perfect,
For you will never see your true effect.

For some reason though,
Everything is erased when I look at your photo.
You are making me blind,
But…I don’t think that I mind.

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