Friday, January 18, 2008

broken

he told me one day I would understand.
the dance is more than teenage love and wine
with paint stains i drove in the dark
a lonely road ahead.
erase the tracks.

next slide.

our energies ignite a light only we can explore
and through the glass i feel its warmth
from times of romantic tragedy
poisoned daggers try once more

next slide.

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