A dead rose living
Behind a stolid wall of glass;
Frosted over with ignorance
And things that aren't allowed to pass.
A kick to the head made me realize
That somehow I'm just a ghost again,
With no thoughts or feelings germane,
Only floating in limbo's domain.
It hits me sometimes
Just how much you've blocked me out,
And it tears at me, because
That wall is so absolute.
When it comes to the point
That you can sit abreast me,
Act like we are strangers from different countries-
I think that's when it's time I leave.
And it wasn't me to blame...
It hits me sometimes, makes me wonder,
If you ever did care for me
At all.
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To steal a phrase from one of my friends, this is Mostly Lovely Randomness.
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