Friday, August 9, 2013

A Pack of Pretty Lies

They told me I would never be the same,
and I don't think this is what they meant,
Because most days, I forget how to be different.

They told me that this would get easier,
But it only takes longer to recognize
When I look at something, and see her.

They told me that time heals all wounds,
But I don't think I've gotten any better.
It's just that no one plays our song anymore.

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