Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Withdrawals

Music slurred voices,
Smoke blurred faces,
Yet, he only heard her voice over all,
He only saw her face among many.

She fluttered around as if without a care in the world,
She looked so content to be without him in her life.
Yet, underneath her layers of disguise,
she felt the same as he.

That I can't eat, I can't sleep kind of withdrawal.

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