Monday, March 16, 2009

(com)promise to love me

dug some salt out of old wounds
i like the way bitterness tastes compared to how it feels
wore my conscience around my neck
a mere fashion accessory
catching the sparkle in your eyes when you think of me, myself, and i
got a bad case of hasbeens versus the never gonna be
the idea that some part of the world is always awake is comforting.
only if i was there instead of here
followed the (gold) rush right into my veins
chased the high expectations with a low dose of reality

ive got a complex.  i can't ever let happiness creep all the way in.


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  2. I love you. I want to make you happy always.

    will you let me?

  3. i'm not always happy with life or it's circumstances.

    but i'm always happy to love you