Saturday, July 26, 2008

Waxes and Wanes

My words are just mere silver linings to what i think...
just somehow in my rectangled bed...
I'm waaay too tired..
sometimes even just to think..

heartaches were a mere chapter in my night stills..
I may be weak..
but I know I can make it..


It's just a simple mixture of triumphs and tragedies..

Help me breathe again..

By: Emery 5/3/07; 9:59 pm ..

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