When will I wake up from this torturous nightmare?
It is beautiful in essence but it lacks the peace.
Everything always ends
And so shall this
But the wait kills me each day
As I sit and moan
Thinking of the thorns
Longing to go back
Longing to stay shut
Tired of this monstrosity
Tired of this dream.
Friday, April 2, 2010
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