Monday, September 7, 2009

Invisible

As white as a sheet
I walk in this street like a ghost
that doesn't know were to post,
and the sight of my
existence is vanishing
into the dark night,
drifting into the air
It isn't fair that
a pair of eyes,
won't set on me
why was I meant
to be like this,
now I feel invisible
Im unreliable I wish
I was able to be visible,
to only you instead
of these phonies
your the only air,
for me

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