Monday, September 25, 2006

Warm Woolen Mittens

Your look of annoyance
Wishing me out of the room
Adoring every inch of you
Suffocating through ignorant's fumes

Acting out your part
You never gave me a chance
I was nothing to you from the start
How do you progress from that stance?

You're letting her get in the way
Of possibly finding love
Her memory hangs through the days
Warming your heart like a glove

But that's not the real thing
You choose to not remember the end
When it faded, you felt that sting
After it's over, you never feel again

With her glove over your heart
You don't feel your surroundings
You're always going to lie in the dark
If you don't undo those bindings

That empty look on your face
Wont leave my head
But it's how I remember you now
Now that we're dead.
Liz Wiseman

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