Thursday, July 12, 2012

Sunlit and Ascending

Common places
Haunted past
With all the woods now gone,
I knew it wouldn’t last

All those faces
are question marks
Up and down the street
Looking down the block

Common places
Haunted rooms
Wandering inside
Contemplating doom
It marks our faces
when we don’t smile
Don’t get me out of bed
I want to lay here awhile

So come another day
Today, I just can’t
The faces are out there
This is your last chance

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