Messages come from the strangest places
Least expected faces
Worried, scaring
Don't die on my left strings and laces
Words don't fall on deaf ears
I am tired after all these years
I don't pretend I have no fears
but I party from behind lines and tears
I heard you today
Two people
Random and not
in the same way
Not my best friends I wouldn't say
But friends none the less if you think of me this way
Please don't you said
Please stop you said
Please don't die like the rest
I heard you today.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
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