Thursday, July 16, 2009

resting bed.

We all stand alone, urging for someone to hold us.
we fail to reach those that reach to us.
yet we reach out to those that fail us.
this worlds a cruel place, full of lies and deceit.
i smile at you, you smiled back.
i hold my hand out to you, and you hold yours out back.
i tell you i love you, but you stand and sigh.
its the one thing, all boys find hard to say.
no real emotion, not today, not any other day.
we continue this great journey, only to end up where we dread.
six feet under, with our uligy read, and resting our head.

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