Strange.

The pairs of watchdog eyes, they
change
and suddenly you've moved out of my
range
as your priorities are subtly
rearranged
and you distance yourself from me.

Just beyond my call of your
name,
you stand as if all is the
same.
The eyes, they are the ones to
blame -
for them, you'll act like I'm just a
game.
Forgive me if I find that

strange.

03/04/2002

Posted on 03/04/2002
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