Cleaning My Heart., by Convalescence
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I have a job to do today.
I'll throw the useless things away.
So I walk into my room,
and throw away some things once new.
I throw away the useless toys,
and CD's, all the useless noise.
I throw away the memories,
and things-so meaningless to me.
The only things that I should keep
are things that mean a thing to me.
So, I'm cleaning the inside,
and throwing away all the lies.
I throw away some parts to me
that later I will likely need.
All I keep is poetry,
and small things understood by me.
All things meaningless to thee,
and so, YOU find my room empty. |
Posted: 2010-02-26 13:31:40 UTC |
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