Alex
By pyrocat
Recoiled in shame This bitter loom Crowds over me Toiling toiling Day in day out All for the sake of you Rarely do I see you I care so much I can’t take my eye off it You metamorph before me In this short span And you don’t see You are you But you are a daemon Oh loathsome Oh friend of mine How many times have you cradled me? How many times have we cried Cut Talked Hurt Laughed But now It seems faded and aged Like a picture found in the attic Crinkled around the edges Still legible Still lovable But destroyedthis is about a dear friend of mine, who is distant now. Written March 20th, 2002 © on Mar 20 2002 11:07 AM PST 0 • 18 • 1
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"Recoiled in shame ..."