So I kind of suck at this but I'm full of pent up anger and envy, along with a slew of other foul emotions over what many could consider a 'trivial' thing. but here goes:
Oh you sultry temptress, you siren of life
You motion me close, I follow
As I near, you draw away, always away
Yet, like a moth to a flame
I am drawn towards you
Sweetness in your eyes, yet not inside
Like that of Icarus, I fly too close
And have my wings burned each time
Friday, April 23, 2010
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