Friday, February 11, 2011

Bite Your Lip And Fake It

Each night i sleep i could just think of you
Each morning wake reminds me to see you                                          
Even though we have less time in our hands
You about to fade away from my life forever
That could be the end of my life existence

Tears pouring like rain
Dark clouds an angry sky
Cold temperature with frost bites in my arms
A night of boreness where the dogs acted dead
Shivering in a corner i look,
At the sky for a last goodbye from your lips.

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