I wish I could fix the world
One error at a time
But looking past my own wall
With light passing through
Brick exteriors
I am just another thing fixable
But what more can one do
When all hope is gone
When all love is gone
What is there left to live for?
To sink or to let it be
To close eyes or to see
The little pieces left beautiful
Or the things left unsaid
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
I wish I could fix the world
One error at a time
But looking past my own wall
With light passing through
Brick exteriors
I am just another thing fixable
But what more can one do
When all hope is gone
When all love is gone
What is there left to live for?
To sink or to let it be
To close eyes or to see
The little pieces left beautiful
Or the things left unsaid
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