Friday, September 30, 2011

We will

The bitch sings love sonnets softly in the rain
Choice is yours if you listen
Its your decision

No one would blame you if you changed
Chance fleets quickly
Its come and gone

Feed the fire that burns in song
No blame to say its over
Its your decision

Cleared in overborne afterthought
Feed the blame
Spurring you on

No one would bend to pick the compassionate
Say to me its over
Its over

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