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Through all the one word conversations Lost between the countless vines They say a smile is a friend But it's no friend of mine I question if love and life Can really coexist I look it in the face And I blow it a kiss I try to answer the all the riddles I go back and forth between That sweet taste in my mouth The only indication of where I've been I haven't slept a minute I can never rest my head The hours pass by slower So I bite my lips instead The questions never stop The riddles always persist Was the answer a landmark Or something I've already missed? Here lies the grave Of a friend I've never missed Who I've loved in life But have long since dismissed And there one of a man Who I can say I've truly loved But who never knew how I felt Like a foreign film badly dubbed I beat my head against the glass After every passing thought I swore I'd never think it again And look at what it brought Thinking I was being courageous I was only being crass I am something so worthless As old tattered brass The questions never stop The riddles always persist Was the answer a landmark Or something I've already missed?
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
Landmark
Through all the one word conversations Lost between the countless vines They say a smile is a friend But it's no friend of mine I question if love and life Can really coexist I look it in the face And I blow it a kiss I try to answer the all the riddles I go back and forth between That sweet taste in my mouth The only indication of where I've been I haven't slept a minute I can never rest my head The hours pass by slower So I bite my lips instead The questions never stop The riddles always persist Was the answer a landmark Or something I've already missed? Here lies the grave Of a friend I've never missed Who I've loved in life But have long since dismissed And there one of a man Who I can say I've truly loved But who never knew how I felt Like a foreign film badly dubbed I beat my head against the glass After every passing thought I swore I'd never think it again And look at what it brought Thinking I was being courageous I was only being crass I am something so worthless As old tattered brass The questions never stop The riddles always persist Was the answer a landmark Or something I've already missed?
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
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