Monday, June 9, 2008

shittihs

The greater I feel/the greater the split
Like happines replaced dynamite sticks
she was cold for so long
now lukewarm is just wrong
I want the passion that set fire to this frame
Someone somewhere put out the flame
shit is just not the same
This sense of calm is difficult to maintain
I just don't know whether I can bare change
Will she or won't she call
Will we or won't we fall
back in to line
like we have time and time

again

we come back to the question
if love is pure, love is true
why am I still bruised

there are bigger fish to fry

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