Monday, December 29, 2008

The Scarecrow


Growing up in hostility,

Came along a friend,

Oh such a rock I’d found,

Life amid the fake became true.


Sat on the same bench,

Ate the same food,

From the same shop,

Drank from the only bottle.


He slipped we took the fall,

I fucked up we took the cause,

We cried together,

And shared every bit of happiness.


Misunderstandings caused us heavy,

Void fills the space today,

Unaware of other’s existence,

We live in peace.

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