Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Mouth Full of Nothing

It would better I think if I felt nothing
Instead of having all this love
Rotting away inside me
Your symphony of silence
Is a masterpiece
Snuggled warm in your bed
Your dreams never turn my way
But my dreams are so haunted
It would be better I think
If I could just stop thinking altogether
Put this tired pen to rest
And quit the writing game

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