Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Sad

It's a wonder
That I have not felt
The certain sinking sadness
Since I could call you mine
But now that I can't make myself
Understand these equations
I've been falling through this water
Without the float you put me on

I can't swim when I'm choking on the dark
And I can't make myself want to
This foreign language is meaningless
The coldness starts again
The breath so shallow again
I'm already tired of it
I'm already done
But don't you know, it's just started?

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