Don't speak
Don't say a word
I dont care who you are
Take these words and dry them on your wall
to see for later
We die for a purpose
but are born because of desire
Don't speak
I dont need to hear you
Don't write
I dont want to read you
I'm spoiled in my casket
from your stolen silence
It means more then the cires of your letters
They beg me to read them
I turn away and smile
All the while knowing
I am hurt inside
and spoiled
in my
casket.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
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