Posted by: heyday on: June 11, 2004
One day someone will tell you
This solace you seek
Is built within liquid walls.
They will crumble and wash over,
All inevitable,
Drowning out little breaths of hope.
And one day you might ask,
It’s never alright, is it?
Even these random delight
Cast shadows over people’s eyes.
Now, everyone will try not to smile,
Not too much; in case
Their artless hearts took happiness for [...]
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