Sunday, May 1, 2011

trust ,lacking ,and the outcome.

if only our roots were made of steel
and we didn't rely on them to heal

if only time were a little bit kinder
and we didn't hold on to the past
tighter and tighter

if only our hearts had the guts of a fighter

and love faded
like washable markers
and stuck on blue crayon

then i'd be smiling right now
instead of hurting like a castrated coward.

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