Please forgive the wicked
ways you are my friend.
How can you let the burden
of one mistake destroy
the life you live.

Smoke rings burn upward,
and all the hopes of
youth seem to go by.
Your life is to long,
and people never seem
to forget you.

Yet all that burns,
and all the weakness
in your life seem
to pale through the
green fake eyes
you used to trust.

All of a sudden life
has passed you by,
and all the grey
is the top of the world.

Please let go,
but all there is
me.

07/19/2007

Posted on 07/20/2007
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