Sunday, 19 August 2007
Aged
Words to the deaf,
Excuses at it's best,
Said and spoken,
All of it has left us broken.
Promise me,
This one lie,
Make me happy,
For just this once.
Pacify my thoughts,
Shatter my hope,
Leave me in the cold,
Line the lies with gold....please
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