Another poem about the confusing state my friendship is in now. Something like an update in a poem.
Enjoy! =]
They Can't See Pass This Mask We've Created
How blind they must be!
For only the vision impaired
Would be unable to see through all this
They think they know
What's going on behind closed doors
They think they know
When everything would end
They laugh
Make comments
About us being silly
'Just some childish squabble,
Blown over now.'
But they, but they
So blind, so blind
Just can't see pass the mask we've created
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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