Wednesday, March 15, 2006
you know i never will be;
of what you see.
two strongs will never see eye.
forget about the goodbye.
remember the feuds.
collate all them good.
staunch pieces they stay;
they'll never fly far away.
my actions may kill
and stab you still.
so sorry about the bill;
i know it'll take long to heal.
clustered wills and stubborn thrills.
spin- the minute hand shrills
drowning souls and lifeless stance;
make no effect to me and hence-
the point we've come.
it hurts i sum.
the words still drum;
-no such word as change.
i never will.
it suppresses your charge.
but i'll just sit at my sill.
nothing's intentional;
no means for me to fool.
the idiotical imminence of irony lives through;
too different our thoughts, so far they fall in hue.
` repeat-
