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Thursday, March 11, 2010

I'm Sorry☂11:21 PM

It must have pained you to endure such passion
Yet a single slip of control allows you dive into your own pool

Hold your breath
My oxygen, I need it for the heart of my own
Keep your head up above the water
Rise to the top, forget about the treasures under

Drown me as the devil
Dry yourself of tears

It is not made of glass
Recollections of pieces are only making your body cry red

Erode it to sand and let the tiding tears shift it away
Crush it to powder and draw it in as guilty pleasure

High on your own desires
Forgive yourself and blame it all on me

the colours that fill up my life fill up my soul spilled on this page absorbed through your eyes

kaleidoscope skies