Me.
Like a Shadow Cast Against the Moonless Night.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Hidden from sight they hold.
The keen eye may catch their silent whispers.
And for them, a story told.
Some have told me to pull away, because I give in so often, so easily. I'm trying, and I won't lie - it hurts.
Brush the surface and watch the colours collide.
The message is right there, staring deep into your eyes.
One more day, and there is less to say.
The thought of you is pulling me down, and God knows I don't have much longer to stay above ground.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 3:24 PM
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