Sometimes, I need to get a thought out of my head; to set a feeling free; to let words create a trail that i can trace back. Sometimes, I need to write a poem.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Fake smile
I could say In as many words,
I know this molten hurt Like an old friend.
My heart Is split in two,
I ain’t ready to kill it I ain’t ready to pretend.
2 comments:
Anonymous
said...
something similar I feel, only that I decided otherwise. To pretend (to myself, more than to others) that everything is fine, and go on...may be I was wrong...
2 comments:
something similar I feel, only that I decided otherwise. To pretend (to myself, more than to others) that everything is fine, and go on...may be I was wrong...
so i guess the ones who DO give into that pretence have no where to go really. do they?
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