Sunday, April 19, 2009


The careless whisper 
leaves your parted lips
and sinks in my veins
like sugar coated judgment.

Life has a different meaning
for each person breathing
so hold your breath
uncover your eyes
before you confirm your verdict.

Until you have broken in my shoes
and walked a mile on my path,
bite your tounge
hang onto your words.

Your lyrics are important
but it's your rhyme that 
may not mean a thing
until we are the same.

Opinions are entitled
advice is for friends,
but you're twisting my arm
and praying it bends.

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