Wednesday, March 10, 2010

yesteryear

i know it was filled with fighting; but i was fighting for you.
and if you think he's watching you dance, from across the room, he's not; you don't mean anything, to anyone but me.

and it may feel liberating to escape from hard times. i understand your dismay, but by my self, i know i can change that, you, me: but you already know that, because you used to dine with me.

do you remember?

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