Monday, May 11, 2009

The Morning After the Suicide

what is that in my hand?
what are these new thoughts in my head?
i don't remember...
oh... the way you said i love you.
i can't remember anything at all.

and i needed a break but what i got was...
and i wanted a heart, but what i got was yours to begin with.

wake up, look inside.
but i cannot find you there anymore.
wake up, look around.
it's just empty sounds, every word you said that remains in my head.
wake up to the morning after.

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