Friday, January 21, 2011

My Drive Through.

I don't want to live my future in my past,
I don't want the happy moments to move too fast,

I don't want to love out of desperation,
I don't want to start over without preparation,

I don't want to cry over who broke my heart,
I don't want to treasure who chose to be apart,

I don't want to look pale when I look at the mirror,
I don't want to keep running away out of horror,

I don't want to get tricked with another sweet word,
I don't want to forget how you hurt me by what was told,

I don't want to think of you first thing when I wake up,
I don't want to fall asleep while you're in my heart, locked up,


I don't want to..
...and that's my drive through.

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