Posted by: IndisGuise April 1, 2006
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On "this day,"
When people take it for granted
And say the things they never meant
And few of the things that they do
With the liberty of knowing
That it really does not matter anyways...
What if I tell you, that I do
Mean the words that I say
And few more that I never could
Would you still smirk
And give me those glances
And believe what you always believed
And believe what you could never acknowledge...
This day, is made for dreamers
Who never had guts
Like me...
Like you...
Who would rather suffer
And smile
As each falling stars
Passes across the horizon
And sit and wonder
What could have been...
What never did...
And what still can be...