IF I make it here,
you won't make it with me,
if you make it here,
I won't be there,
If we make it together,
It won't be for long,
Overplayed song,
Feelings set into motion,
Never been stung,
As many times as this as many lines
I hit,
As many tears that slip from my retina,
Foreseen crisis,
Looked over intentions,
My name never mentioned,
My thoughts always are forgotten,
Why do I worry and trip why do we fall in love and drift,
Why do you put us through this shit,
Because you and I are hanging on by an IF.
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V. Visages Vides (Blank Faces)
Poetrybroken promises false motives if his whole life lies who sees? his pains the small amount of him that remains it sad that naked eyes can't see illusions. -V
