Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Sleepless

The early morning orange hue,
Will never bring me close to you,

This is the coldest I've ever been.
This is the side you've never seen.
The one you never knew existed,
The one you never believed.

Sleep must be so sweet,
For a heart so free of guilt.

This is the death of what I've been,
This is the reason I can't dream.
The times, the fucking times my friend,
The choices we made, have brought this end.

This is the coldest I've ever been.

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