Monday, March 28, 2011

I'm opening up to a real world,
a new world,
a world without me.

I'm breathing in with new lungs,
clean lungs,
lungs without nicotine.

I'm seeing my surroundings with new eyes,
dusty eyes with tear stained cheeks.

Tear stained cheeks,
Tear stained cheeks that will only ever meet the meek red blood
with accordance to a gentle blush.

I never saw another day with open wounds and bodies full of decay
We're lonely people, with lonely dreams
pounding hearts of honest means.

We only want to be loved,
we only want to be loved.



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