Sunday, March 22, 2009

3/21

The dark room was crowded with silence
and the sun sent in some light.
Noise gets carried through
as moths fill in my room.
My heart sits empty
and my brian full of thoughts.
Your name taste sweeter then honey
and your face fills my sight.
Your voice carried through the darkness
as I wait on you.
If you never call,
I'll be forced to say goodbye.



That kind of sucks.

1 comment:

  1. I like the "I'll be forced to say goodbye" because it's not "then I will slit my wrists with razor blades of agony" or some shit like that.

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