Sweetness disappears
with the opening of a door.
quick!
click.
click.
click.
deleted.
evidence, erase.
infatuation, replace.
love, disgrace.
all to save face,
for the one you love to hate.
it's comin' round again.
that internal sense of duty
that visceral compulsion
to no longer be
a neutral actor
in the tragedy that is
our clandestine affiliation.
A declaration of sins
to confront that which is wrong
end it's tyranny of soul and heart
and abolish the need for this facade.
I would stand and scream
and you will hear me.
click.
click.
click.
hello.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
five(5) minutes ago.
Posted by S at 12:37 AM
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