Friday, July 24, 2009

Bearing Regret

If only I could draw
I'd draw you what's in my mind
If I could let go
and give you everything.
All of me would be yours.

And then comes creeping
negative thought and smoke,
clearing out all of the good
and I can't find the sense.

Making the illogical my straight way
is all I can do.
It's never you I lie to, never,
Just myself.

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