My words are

of a language that you read.
Warmth against your neck,
A gentle hand against your head.
The tear that makes that trek

Down your face and hits the floor.

You read the words and make your opinion
heard. You believe what you want
whether it is fact or fiction.
They will remain and haunt.

Leave your soul at the door.

I dont lie, and im not a fake.
I cannot change your mind.
So you may think and take
My words as you please, its all fine.

Your opinion is yours, so let me have mine.

06/28/2008

Posted on 06/28/2008
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