17 March 2010

mold me

my heart is melting at your feet like hot wax from the candle on the table,
and my eyes are greener than ever with a shiny glaze from the warm tears that turned cold at the end of my cheeks.
these words flowing from my mouth were once lies you fed but its truth i am throwing back at you.
i am lonely on this day of sunshine, because you always bring the gray.

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