Sunday, May 29, 2011

What is done.

I wanted you to hurt,
so you could see what you've done
as soon as you said the words
the damage was done
You've opened the box and now the storm has begun

Why did you start this?
Can you not see what we have done,
your own private army.

Fighting for you though you are not my own,
the walls I've come against, the tears on my pillow.

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