Thursday, August 4, 2011

If Left Unsaid

I don't know when or how it happened; you and I speak a different language now. I feel like my words are all broken, I can't get any of them to work right or mean what they are supposed to. I find no cellar door, I find no poetry, I find no meaning. I just don't know how to talk to you anymore.

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