so this is the end.
you were never around
and it made me feel sad.
when you were around,
i tried to feel glad.
pushing away doubt,
forcing smiles.

sometimes, we offered more than
words to feed egos that...
that still follow our bright smiles.
bright smiles and eyes duct taped over

with lies.
we could never save our words.

each moment...making us want one another more
but by the next day,
the sky had fallen.

and the skinny daisies do not grow.

2003-06-10 - 4:04 p.m.
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