It hurts, you know,
Digging in the past.
Just a word I need,
Hold my hand just so,
And I’ll be alright, okay?
I don’t mean to say,
You were not fair,
Whatever it was,
The usual.
I know I’ve suffered enough.
Bringeth me your light,
Giveth unto me your wisdom,
And I shall be okay.
Friday, October 30, 2009
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