4 August, 2009

A Hard 5

Charlie

The delusion
This can’t be true
The denial of reality
Hot coals of anger
Reserved for her
Burn my hands
I know she’ll call
She’ll take me back
I was always so good to her
Sinking deeper
Into the slumber
Of depressive escape
Then the sunshine
Peeking through my window
Glistening through the teardrops

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