Friday, February 22, 2013

His lips are Strangers.

Does it kill you inside
To know I'm not
Her?
Like it kills me inside
To know you're not
Him?
To know we like to hug
And kiss
Eachother
And hold hands
But deep inside
There's nothing else.
Just emptiness
Longing.
Ignorance is bliss,
But what do you do
When the bliss runs out
Because ignorance
Is no longer an

Option?

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