The sun hits your face,
illuminating your perfection,
your faults.
I want to focus on the good,
pure you
but I can't, it is impossible to do.
I promise myself I'll try,
try to look past the pain
that you have inflicted.
But instead, I focus on the hate
I feel
as I burn you with my eyes of anger.
You succumb to sleep as I say goodbye.
Goodbye.
Jun 24, 2011
Jun 24, 2011 at 8:13 PM UTC
The sun hits your face,
illuminating your perfection,
your faults.
I want to focus on the good,
pure you
but I can't, it is impossible to do.
I promise myself I'll try,
try to look past the pain
that you have inflicted.
But instead, I focus on the hate
I feel
as I burn you with my eyes of anger.
You succumb to sleep as I say goodbye.
Goodbye.
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