Tuesday, February 22, 2011

call me

missing u
as in don't have u.. it..
ur not here, not with
know that's how it is..
will not leave that glimpse
mind is still with u
heart is untouched
like dust on water
lost with out yo designated touch
here n ur there, n losing u
fade u not
not gonna lose u
unless u lose
prison's window looks out to u
not prison if windows don't see u
slaves see everything
n dream of prison

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