Screaming Without Sound
I'm ready.
I've got my game face on.
I know you're there.
I know what I'm going to say.
Then I see your smile...
And it all goes away.
You have a reason.
You say this just isn't your season.
I am sick and tired of being yours.
Just let this take it's course.
I'm not sure if I know who you are.
This is our sky and you're my star.
Dearest, smile.
It was good for a while.
Just get through it and say goodbye.
So long.
Have a nice life.
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lindsaygirlposted on 02/18/2008
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