Tuesday, September 7, 2010

French Coffee Over Italian Roll

I often find myself on a battleground.
You just gotta understand.

Time for you may seem scarce...
I've just been my own best friend
as well as my own worst enemy
for so long.

It's just hard to open the door
and invite someone else into the haze of my lore.

I trust
you understand

Sure, let's get away.
Give it all away.

Wishes and dreams,
cries for freedom
pervade sweet silence
only to drown the voices.

Soon I shall wake to France
and remember to draw the curtain.

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