No CCTV
to watch over my heartbreaks
People are cruel
and times are scarce
No one hears when you scream
in your own nightmares
And roses no longer smell of roses
I lost touch
with my former self
For years
My inner me
left me for
another
And you are a memory
of my soul's
sanskrit
I cant ride on wild horses
I tame them
I cant talk to strangers
So I leave them
I cant see the future
So I run
Run
Run
Where dimensions
hide
in the shadows
of each other
and heartbreaks smell
of roses
Friday, 17 July 2009
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