...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 © Paige Gordon | Year Posted 2006
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