Sunday, February 1, 2009

mistakes i know all too well

pouring out of eyes like there is an endless well somewhere, hidden where i cannot see 
every single drop falling so fast for it is weighed down with heartache, 
so strong that every drop of hers that collides with my skin makes me flinch 
i can almost physically feel it, taste it, because i can see it 
words escape me 
when i make the same mistakes as you
who am i to give advice?
i can only relate... and touch to console 
who am i to give advice? 

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