Wednesday, September 13, 2006 @11:46 AM
i know now that we will never be able to make it work.
you and i are as different as the devil and the angels
perhaps i have walked too far
perhaps you didnt care.
the clothes i wear the things i say
reflects on me myself and i
don't pride youself by thinking it came from you.
why does it make you mad?
that i dont fall in place in your wonderful plan?
you are so happy being a wired bonsai
i would much rather be free.
i wish we didnt need to meet,
but the devil has to drink and eat
from your havenly pool
you will never understand(nor do i ever want you to)
the shit i endure
you smack rant and rave
so now its bare facts lies and deceit.
♥ every page of my imagination