Sunday, 29 August 2010


We are always in and out,
one day here -
tomorrow there.

I am always left wanting;
sometimes a little,
most times a lot.

We are always playing those games,
pretending we care;
being people we're not.

You are always giving me hope -
loving me hard,
hating me soft.

We are always in transition,
changing our faces,
trading our cards -

I am always just the same girl,
with mellow eyes,
and a broken heart.

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