Sunday, May 4, 2008

your smile, your voice, your disability


Your smile makes me sick,
your voice makes me want to kill.
That lack of emotion on your face,
your loveless motions makes me ill.

Disability,
you could never love.
Disability,
worries of caring you are free of.

Your smile makes me sick,
your voice makes me want to kill.
That lack of emotion on your face,
if only I could tell you,
but I don't have the will.

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