I'm Returning Your Sweater, by Natalie
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You can stop pretending now.
I can't stop forgetting how,
My face has worn,
And yours has gone.
Reddened by my words,
Damaged by the sun.
And if you leave right now,
I wont say a thing more.
Stupid. I’m sick of writing.
Asleep. I'm always hiding,
The words to a song,
That I can’t hear anymore.
Can I have a better reason?
Please, one I believe in.
To make this all better,
And I’ll return back your sweater. |
Posted: 2006-03-11 13:29:57 UTC |
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