short burst catharsis
what to do when the summer seems so cold
i walk thru telephone poles hoping one will fall
crush this paper heart that was once
burned to ashes, and
punish the criminal that turned winter against us
for she is the one that coaxed my heart
and she is to be condemned in the
same fashion as i
was condemned by her.
Last edited by KRUGER; 03-12-2007 at 08:38 PM.
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