Whenever my tears break way,
There’s comfort in her starving heart.
But I jeopardize happiness
weighing my insides on the flip-chart:
Seven pros and 40 cons,
Never-ending head-down.
But my dark will lift again,
When you medicate me sane.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
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wish i knew what you were looking for
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