On Impact
January 19, 2010
My life is on impact,
Thrown in the middle.
I cringe to see the fate that awaits,
I await to see your face.
Too many collisions,
too many misses,
too many times have I heard never,
too many times you've left.
Either stay,
or go away,
You always seem to smile,
I don't see your real complexion.
Black and white is what you've become,
you stole my color.
January 19, 2010
My life is on impact,
Thrown in the middle.
I cringe to see the fate that awaits,
I await to see your face.
Too many collisions,
too many misses,
too many times have I heard never,
too many times you've left.
Either stay,
or go away,
You always seem to smile,
I don't see your real complexion.
Black and white is what you've become,
you stole my color.
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