by Arcassin B
i don't really talk with you as much,
and i'm hoping you got the text,
settling my brain,
from having too much knowledge,
everything is okay,
you and i could never be the same,
i was,
she was,
on the partial things we do,
you know i could never be mad at you,
you know i could never be mad at you,
you know i could never be,
so true,
and you hear the truth,
your mad as well,
and as always i never finish what i tell,
hotter the red hell,
and habit that you can't rebel,
and when i needed you most,
you just bailed.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2014/09/seldom.html