and wag
not your finger
at my mistake, while you
dance around issues that you helped create
loser
that's so mean, but I don't feel angry at anyone...eh, repression...
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and wag
not your finger
at my mistake, while you
dance around issues that you helped create
loser
that's so mean, but I don't feel angry at anyone...eh, repression...
and wag
a faithful tail
but know the ache of love
betrays my heart and carries me
away
away
a tropic isle
I see you there looking
with your eyes closed feeling the breeze
of dreams
of dreams
is made my stuff
I continue to dream
of the beaches of Hawaii
and you
and you
I want no more
your love has turned to ice
and you are not true to my heart
good bye!
good bye!
celebration
the muck and mire remain
grab your pitchfork and take a bite
is good?
is good
what you feel good
celebration or
no celebration, it is
you heart!
you, HEART!
I spite thee to
a dark inferno
from whence ye shall spring forth, bloody
broke-hearts..
broke-hearts..
broke backs, broke lives
a might too much fer me
hynotize me mother so I
can sleep
broke-hearts
are the saviors
of the universal
sentiment of love that keeps you
alive
LOL I beat you maz by five minutes! ;)
can sleep
free you from thoughts
of your lost youth in vain
will sleep not cause to torment you
with dreams?
I am absolutely NOT better.
I'm glad you liked the orange. Thank you.
with dreams
I touch my tongue
grape koolaid, unsweetened
drenches my mouth, makes it water
thirsty
thirsty
for cool clear words,
the still snow melted pool,
I climb the mountain of this night,
searching