Friday, November 2, 2007

SUFFOCATE

HOPE TOYS WITH ME, TETHERING ON STAR DUST. I SCREAM AT THE TOPS OF MY LUNGS, AND I AM THE ONLY ONE THAT UNDERSTANDS.
I HAVE A PLAN, A GREAT ONE. I HAVE A DREAM, IT'S A SMALL ONE. I WISH, BUT LIKE MY HOPE IT IS BRUSHED IN STAR DUST.
IF I COULD TURN BACK THE YEARS, LEARN TO STAND UP, OR KNOW WHAT I SAY. I AM AN EMOTIONAL DISARRAY, MY HEAD HURTS. I THINK UGLY, I HURT AND YOU LIKE IT THAT WAY.
I WANT TO WALK AWAY, I HAVE WALKED AWAY, BUT THEN I STAY.
NEVER TOGETHER, NEVER APART. THIS IS MORE THAN JUST WORDS, MORE THAN EMOTION. I CAN SMILE AND CRY AT THE SAME TIME.
PLEASE ABOLISH MY MEMORY, ATTAIN A NEW DIRECTION.
I HAVE SUFFOCATED.

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