Thursday, May 7, 2009

when your darling has dried up

I never imagined the day that i wouldn't be oh so very crazy about you,
the day came and I sat on your bed singing to purgatory
can i take you out to the fair? we can make fruit salads and ride the horses
the children would yell out at us, in such a playful manner of course, like kittens almost "it's for us! those horses are for us"
i turned my back on you good old dear, i adored you so much that i looked up excuses to bring you up in conversation
they once said it best, "time wounds all heals" said lennon "time wounds all heals" i repeated so proudly
goodnight sailor of the sea, see you on the other side this time as dear comrades no longer hopelessly devoted to you

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