Friday, January 1, 2010

Bored Writing: This My All


Loves no experiment
No control type chemist mix
Gone like an the Indians
Your land is limited"
This my all
Forced into restricted predicaments
Feeble fickleness
No direction eminent
Right feels terrible
Wrong feels incredible
Cant meet in the middle
Crushed by barriers
But yet I'm fine?
All the merrier
Still hurts when i admire her character
Her reply is glee
Her skips and hops
Her yaays and wees
Don't forget me please!
A parade of confetti razorblades couldn't match her reign of tyranny
Sitting bull subjects timidly
Meanwhile lost love's killin me
Yet i let you breathe
And absorb the blows
With you inbetween my eyes like nose...
Is this how a sunshine melody goes?

~wind blows!


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