Camelot
Tuesday, 04 November 2008 at 19:28
Does it count that she’s broken hearted
Does it help she has nowhere to go
And yet nothing had really started
Was it just the adrenaline before the low
Did he know what she guessed about him
Why did he seem to want it too
But then the ocean star grew dim
And the flower withered under shoe
But she knows the discomfort in his eye
It touches her as once did his light
She knows that to herself she shouldn’t lie
When was she ever worth the fight
In days where knights are behind play stations
And the days are engulfed in night
Those inevitable frustrations
Where one willingly loses sight
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