Cried, I would have,
Put my armor to rest,
I would have,
Taken her hands to my darkness,
I would have,
Written a thousand more poems,
I would have.
Enough of poetry.
Cut this crap.
Friendship is not a capsule dear,
you can't just gulp it down
whenever you please,
but if you choose to
make sure I'm at least your
3,4 methylenedioxymethamphetamine.
And love can't alone
communicate,
but if you choose to
let it do so
make sure you know
all that you are to me
is nothing but
a pump to my ego.
When Doing Things, Just DO Them
tranced by Raffaella Ciavatta Labels: circles, love, pattern at Monday, July 27, 2009
0 comments:
Post a Comment