Monday, May 3, 2010

Wake up. Wake up.
to the past, to that early morning
when we danced in the middle of sunset in the rain
rushing gutters, rushing hearts
washed away with the filth of this town
like some bad romantic comedy
except the truth wasn't something to laugh about
it was too deep, too scary, too real
cause that moment only happened then
and when it was gone we were gone too
asleep with the rest of the world

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