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Siting in an old dress.
Crying for what are no more
Then pointless reasons.
Missing you
When I should be done.
Should be smiling
Up at the sun.
But you have me trapped
With glowing eyes.
So perfect.
Yet so wrong.
Why do you hold me still
When I want to run?
Why don't I fight
When you're tearing me down?
That's were I'm fading to;
Lost behind the veil
Of the demonic tastes
That you seem to have.
The oceans fury waves
Drown me under the weight
Of having lost my heart
To you again last night.

- Ceri-Adair 3/1/09 2:58pm