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I wrote a poem.... tell me what you think of it...
On a couch, here I lay,
Waiting for him by day.
I made myself not try.
I made myself cry.
I made myself break,
And I made myself take.
But then he came along,
And showed me that I was wrong.
He told me to try.
He told me not to cry.
He told me not to break,
And he told me not to take.
I had you all along,
But sooner or later you’ll be gone.
I will not try.
I will cry.
I will break,
Then I will take.
Forever more,
Forever more,
Forever more,
My lord.
 Nyapawlitan · Fri Mar 16, 2007 @ 12:54am · 2 Comments |
