rookie of the year

Oct 19, 2005 22:42


The promises that I'd make
Left broken on the floor
The bruise left around my heart
Leaves me begging for more
In hope and desperation
I'll find my only light
In your withering beauty

Maybe I'm wasting my time
But will we ever be?
I'm tired of all this walking.
And if we'll never be,
I'll walk until my feet are bleeding
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