...Or Somebody's Gong To Get Hurt.

i worry for you.
beneath my skin.
where you cant feel 
and i cant hear.
 
your canal my ear.
speak louder
hear less.
quiet down.
 
my broken english 
means 
 
::unimportant arrangements::
 
for you..
and nothing more
i'm nothing more.
 
some sick excuse 
stuck between your teeth
with all the unracked guilt
left over from your...
 
care.

my love.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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