I drink the bottle
that I promised
for celebration.

I drink the glass
of a broken dream,
as hope enchants
my very soul.

My eyes are broken
with all the words
that slowly bleed
through my forgotten
mind.

I kiss the wind
as I realize that
the end isn't that
bad.

So I explode and
forgot that
nobody means anything
to me.

I am the explosion,
and I am the fallen
soldier amongst the
tragic youth.

I am the lover not loved,
and I am the foul
enemy that was unlawfully labeled.

i am...Nobody but what you
define.

01/07/2010

Posted on 01/07/2010
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