11/23/2008

So Prodigious, So Predictable

I replied to your message
And left you a poem
You were pulled aside
And a heart was spilled

They say I'll hate you
With all the love in the world
And it kills me to know
That you might first act

I confess, my heart is alive
And my eyes lighten
It's like you're the perfect word
That I think of over and over

I'm clinging on
To whatever is left of me
Since I said so
It's safer that way

But in ending, I still wait

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