The Blue of my Oblivion by Kristi PaikFriends visit, new and nameless
their faces bits of puzzles
...or are they family?...
i wonder what worries were like
i cant recall
Do they hurt
Do they make you laugh?
Can they make you cry?
Does it costs too much to love?
Because i dont have a nickel to spare.
i seek sleep, but i cant seem to get it right
i'm looking for a little hope
And supposedly to cope is to fail
or is it a failure to cope?
All i know is...
im a mess they don't want to clean up 11/12/2005 Posted on 11/12/2005 Copyright © 2025 Kristi Paik
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