Some More Shitty Poetry

pour me a glass of wine
talk deep into the night
who knows
what we'll find
intuition
deja vu
the holy ghost
haunting you
whatever you got
i don't mind

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*sigh*

Doncha just wish that your writing would actually sound good sometimes?

He is Seduction,
Whilst I am love.
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So yes. The nightmare continues on both our parts, it's interesting to say the least.





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He is Chaos,
whilst I am serenity.

I got it bad, and that ain't good..

Meh.

All my dreams were focused around him. All of them. I woke up with the word "love" on my lips. This is not good. No, not good at all. My heart is racing and I haven't even seen or talked to him (That's what it usually takes for my heart to do such oddities). Last night was worse. I kept reading over and over the same apologetic letter I sent him for why I wasn't there. And I wonder what he's done. Probably ran away with Brittany, he said he didn't have much reason to stay. I worry so. What's done is done is done. And I shan't fret. Now if someone could tell my heart that..
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Like a lonesome weeping willow,
Lost in the wood,
The way I hug my pillow,
No woman should,
Because I got it bad,
and that ain't good

Scared James away for good. Pity, he was a nice young boy.

So solitude and alone, and I like it. Thank you. No, James tisn't running through my mind, nor am I parading about toting a new fellow on my arm. Yes, I've gone back to the days of March and being on a beach when it's about to rain, only this time I'm not talking to him, I'm just not thinking at all really.

I feel like I'm not here half the time though.