the second rushes to me
speedily crashes
and absorbs into my forehead
i brush back my hair and think
of eyes, i hate them

i know about running
the ground spreads
pieces of my life
adoration aside
a compilation of commas and extrapolations
to keep my self close to her
i thought I was special
she should
patience gone
and i grow up or down
its a mind set
my opinion a mind of my own
i though she should know

10/05/2004

Posted on 10/06/2004
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