Monday, December 17, 2012

how stupid to think I could make you happy

when I'm so unhappy myself...

I believed falsehoods of the Almighty

and now we both pay for the delusion

no grace to preserve

no faith to strengthen the dying bones

how stupid to think I cold make you happy

when all that is left is an echo of enticing whispers...

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