If you ask me where I'm from, I get all confused and irritated. I finally thought of a location that will let you create assumptions that I'm comfortable with...............
Published on February 18, 2005 By propagandhi In Philosophy
I turn to you when the world seems to crumble around me
I want you to be my rock
like the bible fucking told me

Don't look away in pity blended with anger
your fuel is my venom
yet we work like a decapitated chameleon

you're as reliable as the average liar
and only sturdy in your anger
but this heart beats for you anyways

well at least until I find something better
thats what we tell ourselves
to keep myself sane

what a sonnet I sing to you
exceedingly subtle in its demeanor
turning to you is comfort in itself

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