Open Poetry #4 |
tortured rose...too delicate to hold |
The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
theres something thats not so tragic after all but at least we still percieve the fall come with me you say as if i was born yesterday and you crawl into my mind your such the disease... that i dont want to find singing to me *johnny i love you theres nothing and no one above you* but just dont look at me because your disbelief is all i ever see ------------------ |
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