A Flame Once Burned
Oh well...Here I go again...
Whispering obscurities to the paper with my pen
Sleeping slowly - The lights are always on
Feeding my vanity
with your memories long gone
It's always just like this
A flame once burned
Damning the righteousness
Of the things you said
Or rather I didn't say
The lives that we live - or another rainy day
The phone rings and time talks
My day passes and the wick is all I've got
Addam Hughes 4/18/08
Copyright © Addam Hughes | Year Posted 2012
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