Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Like a New York real estate agent
I've shown too many rooms of my heart
desperate like a boxer in the late rounds
punch drunk and out of options
corner of my mind trying to throw in the towel
I've left myself open
to interpretation and examination
beauty in the eye of the beholder
why can't you be holding me
til after the end times
til the whole world melts away
will i still be wondering
why you had to leave

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