Hung
Save your life,Watch me fall
But you wont
See at all
You'll walk right past me
Look right through
A stained glass window
That's all I am to you
I never seem to shake you though
Like a window smothered in the snow
The bitter chilling breeze
Brings me to my blessed knees
The pain I feel on your behalf
Surely it could never last
I'll move on someday it's true
But for now
I'm still hung up on you
Poetry by Downtown
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Written on 2008-05-29 at 04:00
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