Thursday, March 18, 2010

bells toll.

my dear friend 
her heart is sore
from some premature other 
those young things
those simple fingers
his shaky heart
bold veins
to be nothing more than a shell of skin 
yet to have that power to alter someone else's life

i will never get it. 

how out of millions of people,
two can meet
and break one another. 

i don't have much advice
other than that i've been there before
a few times actually
and i'm just as confused as i was then
while i was in it

my girl,
it gets better.
but it takes time.

oh, the things we do to pass the time between the wars. 

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