When push comes to shove
were shoved off a cliff
onto rocks of deceit
and foundations that shift.
The face in the mirror
changes all day.
imprisoned by mortality,
bound by decay.
The smiles we laugh with
are losing their teeth.
The love that we find
is destined for grief.
There are moments of clarity,
moments of hope,
that slip through our fingers
despite how we *****
Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 8:05 AM UTC
When push comes to shove
were shoved off a cliff
onto rocks of deceit
and foundations that shift.
The face in the mirror
changes all day.
imprisoned by mortality,
bound by decay.
The smiles we laugh with
are losing their teeth.
The love that we find
is destined for grief.
There are moments of clarity,
moments of hope,
that slip through our fingers
despite how we *****
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