Tuesday, August 25, 2009

I sometimes wonder where the living goes when it stops.

This place you call hell wont come after i die
Its here right now while im living my life
In my feelings and thoughts and the people i find
Heaven and hell is merely in my mind

Just a little poemy thing i wrote when i was bored and in a mood haha

And your name still drifts like smoke through the air
Transparent, but we're all still aware...........

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