17 Dec 2007
I've been trying on the devil's shoes
and dammit they fit so well
I suppose that's why I've been promised hell
The hazy days are growing colder
The night-life has begun to feed it's hunger
of addictions, and confessions, and I'm sick to death of all of this
We were promised
SO MUCH MORE THAN THIS
And now it seems that this is all we can afford to miss
But all we ever planned for
Was so much more
And yet I'm stumbling over myself
The words we had
Meant so much more when we
Were blind enough to have a dream
Who could write the best goodbyes?
A fond farewell to the comforting points of view...
Copyright © Myke Jones | Year Posted 2008
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