Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Line 1.... the start of something.

this pen and paper won't speak to me, not since you walked away.
things aren't the way they're supposed to be, but I'm not to blame.
it's funny, i've lost the image of your face i thought was burned into my mind.
maybe this silence is telling me that i'm going to be just fine.

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