songs
i buried my old self this morning
again. it was a decent funeral.
i sang along in my mind
what i had heard before
"let me dive, let me dive,
don't ever let me fall".
secrets are better kept dead
people are better alive.
and i sang along in my mind
what i had felt before
"let me fall, let me fall,
don't ever pick me up".
This poem was written by Eliza Simon on May 11, 2008.
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