Sitting here
thinking about you,
wondering if you're
thinking of me.
We've been down
this road before
and I know where
it ends.
Hypnotic dreams,
so sweet,
of you.
Only to wake up
to nothing more than
an unforgiving
blank wall.
Secrets shared in
silence,
deafens me.
Self sedation
brings me around,
to **** the
painful thoughts of
you.
The less you say,
the worse it gets.
© 2005 Dead Men Publishing
Sep 13, 2009
Sep 13, 2009 at 9:05 AM UTC
Sitting here
thinking about you,
wondering if you're
thinking of me.
We've been down
this road before
and I know where
it ends.
Hypnotic dreams,
so sweet,
of you.
Only to wake up
to nothing more than
an unforgiving
blank wall.
Secrets shared in
silence,
deafens me.
Self sedation
brings me around,
to **** the
painful thoughts of
you.
The less you say,
the worse it gets.
© 2005 Dead Men Publishing
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