Looking at photos
Checking the dates
Oh how foul things are
As everyone shifted away
From who they once were
We go from genuine, benevolent and truthful
To dishonest, ignorant, cruel
Simply misguided
Or bewitched
Individual to impersonal
From laughter with another
To listening to a fabrication
With a blank look in their eyes
Craving the past
Pouring yourself
Into their cracks
But it all fell through
It always fall through
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
Looking at photos
Checking the dates
Oh how foul things are
As everyone shifted away
From who they once were
We go from genuine, benevolent and truthful
To dishonest, ignorant, cruel
Simply misguided
Or bewitched
Individual to impersonal
From laughter with another
To listening to a fabrication
With a blank look in their eyes
Craving the past
Pouring yourself
Into their cracks
But it all fell through
It always fall through
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