Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Get Well Now

Sleeping away toxics
in a room without a view
Thinking backwards
like we’re told to never do
Shake me till you wake up
we could make the night rise
Give hope a better chance
to let our past compromise
Maybe I’m just too selfish
wanting your heart on top of mine
When darts continue aiming
for an eye hard to find

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