The Other Kind

May 5, 2011 § Leave a comment

I feel like I’ve lost

I don’t want to look anymore, I’ve grown tired of chasing you.
Why am I alone? What good will come of this.
I am happy, I will say that. But I would like to share.
Myself.

Maybe it’s not time yet, maybe it won’t be for a few more years.
Until that time though, I will smoke my cigarette and believe that everything is going to be ok.

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