A Weird Rhymey-thing Called Love by Howard F FarewellI want to hate But I can't I want to love But I won't I want you to see What I wanted you to be Just you and me Not us three Or four...or five When I thought of us as we Only now I seem To think of what happens to be As some warped vision of my own former reality Coming though in interrupting waves Never letting one see the whole frame Setting yourself out of the game Only to reappear Another time.. Another day Motives unknown and gray Unsure to be true Not right if they're real So how do i feel? ... ... I'll be damnd if I know. 11/02/2002 Author's Note: (cheese)
Posted on 11/06/2002 Copyright © 2024 Howard F Farewell
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