10-30-08 Something-Go-Round Poem by uder pressure

A game of the passing
cards go round and round
your eyes burned holes

so strong noone
realized the brokeness
faced every day

The words sting
and pur from our eyes
yet we still say I Love You

Add another
solid tick mark
to the more and many more

uselessness swallowed
with water to dull
the pain. We do it in secret

Noone Knows the depths
of the hurt.
Deeper than anyone thought

We are eachothers
saviors, even if we don't
admit it.