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Last Updated: 03/10/2008 16:37:04
Unfinished
By Laurenceaux
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Your sickness is inside of you
trapped within your head,
distraught with insecurities,
irrational instabilities
are signs I always dread.
With childish eyes - implicit faith
to me you'd run in pain,
I'd never know our meeting place
you called - I always came.
Your breath it smelled of medication
your hair of almond oil,
clothes disheveled,
yellowing teeth,
the outside world was seen through me.
I do not hate you.
I did not let them see you die.
I never left you Chessy.
My love it could not lie.
I stood by you Largactyl-bound
tried to prove you wrong,
bought you a hat so you wouldn't burn,
walking in the sun.
Through slurring speech,
fantastic thoughts,
I loved you then so strong,
determination every day;
'let nothing more go wrong'.
Time has passed and you've struggled back
but here we stand again,
the crossroads from which this time;
we'll follow different lanes.
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Copyright © Laurenceaux 2008
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