Thursday 14 April 2011

my turn.

if you can be selfless, so can i.
if you can be lonely, so can i.
i can't tell you how i feel.
it's my turn now.

i didn't mean to lie to myself.
the similarities choke me.
the flashbacks blind me.
nostalgia is a drug,
spiked in my nightcap.
i knock it back every time.

i'll try not to overdose.
but it's my turn now.
i'm standing right next you.
here for you.
as always.

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