Monday, December 27, 2010

tell me lies...tell me sweet little lies

teetering on the edge. 
down the rabbit hole into an unknown’s a dangerous game. 
i am not like these people, i don’t want to be like these people. but there is a strong magnetic force that had a grip, in a direction with no road map. 
hotel rooms, exotic cities, inside jokes in foreign language that i hope have nothing to do with me. 
how many layers to peel before you connect with the truth. or is it even still there. 
warm memories in my heart of people who care. who want to know, who want to help. 
a pure heart needs a great wall. if you can take that walk, with me, to the end and back. i’ll let you hold my hand.

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