sitting on your shovel
longing in your loath
yet you keep on digging
a grave to make your home
and sleep is still a mystery
like smiles you used to know
when your heart was yet to find
that it was so alone
that theres no use in trying
to hold it all so close
and its much more fulfilling
to let it all go
Wednesday, September 05, 2012
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