Come Hither.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Truth is,
There will always come a time
when you finally realized that
not all that glitters is gold.
Be it a thing, a somebody, or anybody,
because when that time comes,
you ought to run, run, run.
Or like a quicksand, it sinks you in.
And it only takes you down,
down a guilt trip of forever.
Because when you stepped out to face
this creature called sin,
you step out alone.
The only way to escape,
is to rid your existence.
So one day, I will disappear from here.
I will be on the other side of the world to you.
And you will never find me.
Here, I will tell you a secret -
all the best people are mad.
There will always come a time
when you finally realized that
not all that glitters is gold.
Be it a thing, a somebody, or anybody,
because when that time comes,
you ought to run, run, run.
Or like a quicksand, it sinks you in.
And it only takes you down,
down a guilt trip of forever.
Because when you stepped out to face
this creature called sin,
you step out alone.
The only way to escape,
is to rid your existence.
So one day, I will disappear from here.
I will be on the other side of the world to you.
And you will never find me.
Here, I will tell you a secret -
all the best people are mad.
posted by Lynette # 2:48:00 AM 
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