Meaningless Friends

by Lydia   Dec 12, 2006


Dreadfully cold
Filthy as mold
Your soul was sold
And the real you was unfold

You turned me into something
A wrecked something

The heartache
And pleasure
The shame
And measure

Your smothering hands
Turn into nothing in the end

And like the words on my paper,
Your life will also be tossed away
And forgotten

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