Tuesday, March 6, 2012

kinda looks like an aeroplane

The Story
I feel this.
I want this .
I need this.
It hurts.
Walk around pretending.
Falling down again because it's how we do.
Keep on  keeping on; Keep on pretending.
Every little story has a beginning and an ending.
Twists, turns, suprises.
I know you're gonna find it.
Every where we go we have reasons we should hide it.
Not the place.
Not the time.
Not right now.
Not with you.
Maybe later.
Maybe not.
I don't know.
And you forgot.
I feel this (I feel it inside)
I want this (It helps me see who really I am)
I need this (Falling down keeps my pride in check)
It hurts. (And fades...)

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