Thursday, January 13, 2011

yoh sup

every time i turn around
i see a bit of you
every time i look back
all i see is you

you're written on my windows
you're written on my walls
you've written on my pages
you've written on it all

there's no denying all those feelings
they're written on my face
you drip from every word
too many to erase

but acceptance's near impossible
and refusal leaves me cold
so i'll stay stranded in the middle
of moving on and waiting still

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