Just East of the Midwest

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

All the pain and kisses that she afforded me
our time spent together now forever spent for me.
She whispered she'll always love me; even liars tell the truth some times,
I’m a sucker for true love, but we all know it crushes its find.

Three years burnt, time spent for loneliness
don't think I can make it, I’m a constant mess.
She was above me, I could barley keep up,
She said I'll marry you, but she just woke up.

She answered while chasing a fly, saying death to all those
who would whimper and cry,
and dropping a barbell she pointed to the sky
saying the suns not yellow its chicken.

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