July 12, 2012


There is a time to weep, when no one is watching
In a place dotted with questions,
carpeted with undetected grace
Where no one aches except my heart
Drawing empty conclusions while drawing attention
To these failed theories
Never proven right
Never kept perfect
A time to pretend, to laugh, to heal
But time doesn't heal
Pretending doesn't bring laughter
Or the power to wash off
The day that came last


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