Drifting

by noworries2   Jan 9, 2005


We are drifting apart,
And it’s all my fault.
I thought I was being smart.
It’s like a wound with salt.
It keeps stinging,
Over and over
Thus, it keeps me thinking.
I feel as green as a clover.

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  • 19 years ago

    by noworries2

    stupid, if i do say so myself

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