by Deena Mcclusky

Created on: April 23, 2008

Drawing fatal fascination
You are so perfectly flawed
Tell me the things you cannot say
Don't let history get in the way

As I crawl through your mind
Fragments and memories
Are all she left behind
Patching it together
Is going to take some time

You'll never know if she meant to
She'll never know what she's done
Ripping holes in your heart
When you'd only just begun

It's so hard to reach the end
And then she says we can still be friends
A tragic line at best
It's forty nine minutes to midnight
Make a wish

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