These tile patterns remind me
Of old inflicted wounds
Too many: "Goodbyes"
And not enough: "See you soons"
So many lovers and only one bed
Countless memories of justice been said
Sweet little notions which turn into rust
Lost brittle love letters turning to dust
Goodbyes are short and sweet
For my legs might turn to stone
If you let me stand and stare
To watch myself alone.
















Comments
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~* And will you tell all your friends you've got your gun to my head *~
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Cold was my soul
untold was the pain
i faced when you left me
a rose in the rain
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~* And will you tell all your friends you've got your gun to my head *~
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if you eat seven bananas in a row it'll kill you.
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~* And will you tell all your friends you've got your gun to my head *~
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if you eat seven bananas in a row it'll kill you.
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~* And will you tell all your friends you've got your gun to my head *~
i like it all, if it makes any difference...
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Fortiter, Fideliter Forsan Feliciter.
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