Friday, June 17, 2011

to mighty weakness

i stare at life
right into its eyes
and i dare it
to make me fall again

i stop my weakness
as it tries to posses me and

i say to it
in a jingle

i've been hurt already
lost
forgotten

i've cried all my tears
and then cried them once more

so, not because of you
not because of anything

will i do that again
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