Your angry when
I told you that
the stars are
more then balls of
gas.

You gnash your teeth
at me when I tell
that love is more
then just chemical
release.

You curse me down
and claim that
I am worse then
any demon in
the forgotten sun
when I tell you
that religion is
the driving force
in our institution.

I only ask that
will you be my friend,
but all you think of
us how you stand
amongst the hills
and over mountains.

The sky does not cross
your brows and
your definition
of everything is
paramount.

So gnash your teeth
and give me your curses
all I tried was a
little honesty in
a broken world.

Let us part as
you think of me
as petty, and
I will leave in
frustration.

11/06/2008

Posted on 11/07/2008
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