Truth is I love you, you're good and you're kind
there are far too few where you stood in my mind
mostly been real and rarely caught lying
but jeezus it's no mystery why I feel like I'm dying
too little pain in this poem and I know that that's wrong
my words need a passion of any kind and damn it's been long...
we've been an endless pause producing no song
honey we had a slow leak now the air is gone
if you'd shown some fire I'd have burned you a sun
for my poems to transpire I need my Muse to stun
oh hell I'm fine and warm, got food in the fridge
sure I got issues, but not looking for a ledge
it's just, well, like dull scissors we lost our edge
like a couple in stasis not alive but not dead
but I'm no zombie, I'll die if overfed
So...
know that I love you, and know I'm a friend
know that I like you and my help always lend
but I need some fire and hope to hell some heat helps me mend
but best for both, love, you and I must end.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
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