Saturday, November 7, 2009

Miss

I miss home.
I miss the times we had.
I miss the you I once knew.

I hate the changes.
I detest the sudden downturn.
I can't seem to be myself.
I can't seem to breathe without feeling pain.

Everything we do,
everything you say,
is dyed in a crimson color.
Laughter lined with sadness,
Normalness filled with pain.

Does it bother you like it is bothering me?
How does this end?
How do we move on from here?


Where do we go?

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