Untouchable

by andhereIstand   Jun 29, 2009


I can�t even brath

your untouchability

is choking me

suffocating me

my eyes are filled with smoke

and I am surrounded by mirrors

or so i am telling myself

because maybe

if I can convince myself your not perfect

it won�t hurt so much

every time I think

of how perfect

you really are�

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