Monday, September 14, 2009

I can't hear you, your too far away.

All the words that are forced through my heart
Come out in micro mintue peices, ground into dust
Dust that can be formed and clay baked

Oh be still past memories
You are in the past in a foriegn launguage
I do not understand
If only I had a rosetta stone

What are you feeling?
The wind isn't a sealed envelope
The message comes broken and undeciphered

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