Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

I, who played oblivious

How shatterproof
Your glass heart is,
For I've handled it with
Carelessness
And cannot seem
To break the god damn thing!
With a mouth like poison,
I've been injected by your
Venomous syllables
And there is no antidote
To undo the damage.
Aimless, we remain.
Saying bitter words and
Trying to undo
This hurricane of emotion.
But if I'm the only one trying,
And you don't care,
What's the use?
Kiss me once,
In my slumber,
And tell me, it was a
Bad dream;
That it was you who was in love,
And I who played oblivious.

April 6, 2007
Suge


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