Wednesday, August 25, 2010

disconnected

It's like what I say
doesnt process in your head.

Like you cant understand,
like I need to translate.

And it should be that way,
this should be natural,
Instead life is getting in the way.

It's in the way of us,
it's tearing us apart.

I'm here,
You're there.

Disconnected
Disconnecting

Spinning,
circles.

Your words mean nothing to me.

I know your words mean nothing
at all.


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