(15th April 2013)
Well, ...
I thank you.
Our paths crossed,
And it seems lifted, separate,
And are no more
What was ... A week of upness and joy
Was too good, true to be
And now,
Back to slumbers
Where I belong to be
Did I wrong you?
I know not why
I showed as I was
And as feeling had.
You, I see
Did not agree
A "friend"
But no more
So can it be ...
I wrong again once more
And slip inside
The body of another
And mind not of my own
I hate this place,
And all it means
Can I be free?
I thought as much
But you
Thought not
Well, ...
I thank you.
Our paths crossed,
And it seems lifted, separate,
And are no more
What was ... A week of upness and joy
Was too good, true to be
And now,
Back to slumbers
Where I belong to be
Did I wrong you?
I know not why
I showed as I was
And as feeling had.
You, I see
Did not agree
A "friend"
But no more
So can it be ...
I wrong again once more
And slip inside
The body of another
And mind not of my own
I hate this place,
And all it means
Can I be free?
I thought as much
But you
Thought not
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