You.
A thorn in my heart, your true form...
When I sleep I do not speak because to slumber is...
When I hide behind my eyes I do not know I just...
Who knew Deja vu would be, would do.
Such a gift or is it a curse...
"don't think that you can get away with...
"I don't."...
This has been a long time since.
A long time coming like the end of this sentence...
They say the walls have ears but, do they listen?
Again I count my fears...
Its never my intention to settle down.
I always try to be a crook more than a clown...