Tuesday, January 25, 2011

The Burdened

Dear world
trust me these words are bold
and these words I can't hold
how I wish I can turn everything left unfold

Dear, I gotta go
nothing matters, today or tomorrow
I know it's hurt to forgo
this heavenly venom I borrow

Leave me, forget me.
Love me, loath me.
Hold me, bury me.

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