Open Poetry #13 |
My Merry Jane |
gremlin Junior Member
since 2001-04-18
Posts 25NY, USA |
My Merry Jane. Your love means thinking crazy clear. It brings me fading joy and constant fear. Your deadly touch shifts my mind to the highest gear. I am your slave, so set me free, my dear. I truly love you, people asking why? Poor crazy people, your reality is a lie. Even God can't make me grow so high, But he can bring me down and make me die. My life now is nothing but a constant fight. Can't pick anything that will be right, As long as you holding me with all your might. You pretend you want to kiss me and then you bite. You and I are playing crazy game. It's clear to me, I'll never be the same. I have to break you, break this chain, But I always melt inside when I hear your name. Your sweet loving kills me, driving me insane. This cry is out to you, My Merry Jane. 03/13/2001 Enjoy. Comments are more than welcome. Stan [This message has been edited by gremlin (edited 04-18-2001).] |
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
sounds like Jane is a real dope |
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