August 11, 2006


You stood nearby the chair I chose to sit and cry on
settle back
and hope to die on
I hang my head just as
I hung the picture of our perfect days
behind my eyes
it stares me right between the lines
our days were numbered
tragically we're gone
before we even tasted
beyond the salt upon our lips
a photo never lies
it begs to be the truth
we made it play the craven role
our icon
we're standing in for me and you.

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