brodyblue's Diaryland Diary

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Pardon me, but is that me wearing my heart on my sleeve?

so this is how it's gonna be...
Dying hopes and acid dreams.
A kiss never given left to fade.
Dirty dull and rusty blades
Slicing into skin that cries too much.
You could have dammed these rivers with your touch.

Familiar, I’ve seen this before. Happiness, ecstacy, what’s it all for?
Beginning with a smile that I’ve never seen til that day.
Kept hidden in the dark alone and locked away.
She came out and smiled at you.
And begged for you to do it too.
Was it real was it fake?..
Not knowing is what she couldn’t take.

Then there she was.....
Painfully mistaken.
Brainsick, tired, and violently shaken.

Alone.

1:47 p.m. - 2005-02-11

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