the trouble with me, by day_tripper07
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your arm around me
your eyes locked on me
in my innocence i felt special
the cigarrete between your lips
your calloused hands upon my hips
i take a drag and place it back
as to not disturb (your image)
for if i took part of you away
youd be unable to portray
the "you" you have created
i saw deep
deep, past the booze and drugs
to something worth keeping
but you tug
and yank
and tear my heart at the seams
a hug
a forceful glance goodbye
you stumble and try not to fall
'cause you won't remember
"us" at all
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Posted: 2007-03-08 02:15:08 UTC |
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