Sunday, November 27, 2011

Tears, Mirrors, Hidden Away, Decay, and Dreams.

  I stare at your blue tears, and see myself as if they were mirrors, hidden away, in deep decay, forever forgotten, left rotten. I saw you come to me, with a light so I'd see, so with you I left, with out a protest, I ran away, from that day, together it would seem, but it was only a dream.

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