Saturday, April 18, 2009
he sleeps the day away
puts his luck to fade
always in a rush
he'll laugh at you and take you as a fool
he lives the night's day
smiles through it everyday
and all his dreams are crushed
he'll fuel his hate and never let it cool
feelings are choked, swarming like bees
friends are for whim, burning like his skin..
he never makes it through and he knows what he's capable of
living others' dreams
with no clue and hope..
he won't make it through..
he never makes it through..
and i've let him loose..
why? 'There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality..'
this is a conversation between 2 friends. any sentimental massacre, chauvinism or male ego explicitly displayed was not done intentionally...
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