The Musings Of A Tired Poet
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
I got a hundred different things runnin' through my head. It's hard to fall asleep when all your dreams are dead.
All alone, there's no one home.
She's broken now, just skin and bone.
Confusion is the underlying melody of this still beating heart.
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