Day Seventy Three.

You are so easily convinced, that he cares about you.
SO easily convinced that everything will be all right,
That there is an explanation for his mistakes,
That there is a reason why he has left you hanging,
Again.

Day SeventyTwo.

I'm falling in love with my pen.

Day SeventyOne.

Hypocrite,
I don't know how to tell you
That all the things you complain about are true about you too.

Day Seventy.

I can hear the sound of defeat
And the dwindling armies, they start to retreat
And the waves keep on splashing the salt in my hair
But this tired old veil has started to tear
And the sun's shining through with a powerful light
The past keeps on dimming the future seems bright
My eyelids grow heavy, but I'm still awake
The feelings that flood me are vexing to fake
And as I fall deeper I know what is true,
Waking is dreaming when I am with you.

Day SixtyNine.

Slow down,
So I can hear myself think
And the ground that's beneath us has no time to sink
And the wind rushing past us has no where to go
And the clock in my chest is just starting to slow
Speed up,
And I'll catch my breath
Surpass all the odds and we will avert death
The ticking hand tells me that you're all I need
And swallows me whole, as I'm lost in the speed.

Day SixtyEight.

;)

Day SixtySeven.

It's getting more difficult with each passing second to stay in control.