Experiment.
Monday, July 14, 2008 8:52 PM
Oh yes, I know this tension that you speak of.
JPEG.
This quotes adequately the relationship of my sad, sad friends |:
Wish you well, yea.
We're in the palm of a hand making a fist,
In the middle of all of this.
It'd be best for one of us to speak up,
But we prefer to pretend it doesn't exist.
We're all guilty of the same things
Can't let go of what our heart sees.
So don't you dare blame me,
For prying open the door.
It's unleashed the bitterness,
That's here in the midst of this.
And what we've been striving for
Has turned into nothing more
Than bodies limp on the floor.
Victims of falling short. ♥
Monday, July 14, 2008 8:52 PM
Oh yes, I know this tension that you speak of.
JPEG.
This quotes adequately the relationship of my sad, sad friends |:
Wish you well, yea.
We're in the palm of a hand making a fist,
In the middle of all of this.
It'd be best for one of us to speak up,
But we prefer to pretend it doesn't exist.
We're all guilty of the same things
Can't let go of what our heart sees.
So don't you dare blame me,
For prying open the door.
It's unleashed the bitterness,
That's here in the midst of this.
And what we've been striving for
Has turned into nothing more
Than bodies limp on the floor.
Victims of falling short. ♥
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