Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore.
You need to know how complicated my life is.
The plethora of unwanted topics to be addressed,
that I tried to write on my face, but all didn't fit.
I have fickle affections.
Some conditional complications.
And an Out-of-sight affliction.
I try to please,
I live to give,
and I feel too easily.
Additionally, to these constant loose ends.
My account does not balance.
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3 comments:
but its you
i hope your account always balances!
stunning photo too
lol tara. I'm reading through your blogs. they are so... abstract. xD
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