you've become that spot
the one right in the middle of my right-eye
lens
the one that won't rub off, just smears and
shades my view even more
i can't see through you some
days
the smoke of your childhood wreckage
still so thick
and smoldering
the simplicity of beauty
is lost on me
as i wander through
your haze
dazed and wondering
how to get back to that place where i started
how to get you to walk out the door
or close it
or something.
anything.
everything is changing,
with or without our knowing it,
everything.
Rachie - Rach, So good to hear your words. We should talk. Do you have a number? You can post me a message on fb.
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one thing that hasn't changed, is that i love you seester. muaah. i know exactly what you're talking about in this. lets talk... before june. :)
ReplyDeleteclearly more than meets the eye here. You have to search beyond what you see. Wish we could light a fire and talk. Miss your magic. Lov-ya jus-cru-sin
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