The Dark
And I stare at a picture
I painted in the dark
Looking similar to the feelings
I have, bottled up, for you
Wondering how to waste tomorrow
If you will be involved in my depression
Thinking of how to spill it out
Onto the floor for you to see
I thought I heard a cry
Coming from the dark inside of you
I sit wondering how I
Heard it so loud, screaming
That's when I realized
The cry was coming from
The dark inside of me
Written June 22, 2004
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