Sunday, September 19, 2010


I play you
back and forth
like a pinball
changing from
good to bad
happy to sad
in an instant

I throw my
brown frown
on you
like you're
the ground
when really
I should praise you,
give you a crown

I crumble inside
to think that
I made you cry
because of my
fucked up mind
pulling me
but to the present
where you
gave me a gift,
symmetry and heaven

I will give you back
the real me -
the one underneath
so we can be free,
instead of hostages
caught somewhere between
the seen and unseen

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