There’s a conflict
Brewing in my brain,
A coffee stain
Soiling my new shirt.
If I open up my heart
Will it hurt?
Another hundred
Million sighs,
Sighed.
Another hundred
Million days
Gone by.
Raindrops fall
In the orange glow
Of the dim streetlight,
As I question all I know
I watch them shimmer
In puddles at midnight.
Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 5:03 PM UTC
There’s a conflict
Brewing in my brain,
A coffee stain
Soiling my new shirt.
If I open up my heart
Will it hurt?
Another hundred
Million sighs,
Sighed.
Another hundred
Million days
Gone by.
Raindrops fall
In the orange glow
Of the dim streetlight,
As I question all I know
I watch them shimmer
In puddles at midnight.
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