Thursday, January 22, 2009

Hey there,
You smile at me with your broken teeth
You ask me out
You put a strand of my hair aside and
look me in the eyes

You are a lie

And I'm not fooled
You coffee maker
You airhead
You'd think that we're the best friends

But everything about you is a lie

Colorful sights of evelynn and roses
Harass the fear out of my aching body
I fell asleep once again
And the nurse had to change you...

You're my morphine...

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