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Creeping around the
corner, I
sense your bitterness
and hopeless
presense...
I feel the bittersweet
feelings of lust,
romance,
and a touch of
anger.
It boils within you
and she cannot see
you the way
I DO.
I taste the
cruel words begging to fly
off the tip of your
tounge...
the very same tounge I wish
to hold within my
own.
I taste the pumkin
and nightmares
on my tounge.
She cannot even begin
to understand you
like I can...
You can never see
me...
like she cannot
see you.
Creepin' around the corner
before the dawn,
I am curious to see
if you notice the bitter
salty
tears finally
controlling my eyes...
Because I want
need
and await
for you to take my hand
so I can say
we're like jack and Sally,
my love....
Jack and Sally
in the nightmare world...
we're both
depressed and in desperate
need for
eachother...
Wont you take my hand tonight,
my love,
and let me have you
for one night...?
So we can be like
Jack and Sally
in the dead of night?
 Deceased Poet · Tue Jul 15, 2008 @ 04:17am · 0 Comments |
