silly at times
this love can
riddle my head
with grand illusions
Bitter at times
im searching on
for something more
Not left far behind
im in the pack
and cant fight notions
suspicious of everyone
For not one moment goes to waste
when dead alone is something more
A state of mind and never being
Ive got you right
and
Im
a
bogus looking mess
Please let me and my options
hold you slightly
tight enough to not let go
and this is where it's at
what it is
it is
is
is
Friday, June 11, 2010
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