Sunday, 24 April 2011

Fingerprints.

A blast from the past
blows my finger prints away.
Identity theft -
"Please stop her before it's too late!"

A chest bereft of a heart
would never stop beating -
but only because it would never start.

We act like we don't make our own fate -
waiting for the reel to finally reach the good part.

We ignore our own consequences -
and hide behind rhyme or comedy.

But the truth is never far behind
and for that there is no remedy.

A blast from the past
blows my finger prints away.
But no matter what she may do
her prints will always stay.

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