Saturday, March 7, 2009

Why [ver 1]

i keep wanting to cry
but my throat
its not big enough



sit with me
i need you

all those people
theyre dead
they cant disagree
or eat indian food
or love each other

its sweet
being alive is so damn sweet

What Do You Want Me To Do?

i want you to love me
i want you to love me because were not dead

i want to see you
and taste you
and smell you
just because i can

whats that you smell of?


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