singing you is no problem.
but the problem with problems is no one cares.
no one hurts as they should; we only love deep enough to call it love
and that's a day of smooches
in the cavern
of our long
lost.
a soft job. a mule in the crater
where love is a function...
[ not a joy. ]
give me your meadows to restore the talk -
of our murmur amid the silence
in our meadow of
too loud
but twice
dark.
let's be friends that hold the grudge
like opening a present
where a future
veered off.
let's be friends that hold a grudge
and be more than ' **** it '
just for once.
the problem with problems
must be the tangle
and the sweet
knot.
let's be that.
come on.
come on.
come on.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 11:53 AM UTC
singing you is no problem.
but the problem with problems is no one cares.
no one hurts as they should; we only love deep enough to call it love
and that's a day of smooches
in the cavern
of our long
lost.
a soft job. a mule in the crater
where love is a function...
[ not a joy. ]
give me your meadows to restore the talk -
of our murmur amid the silence
in our meadow of
too loud
but twice
dark.
let's be friends that hold the grudge
like opening a present
where a future
veered off.
let's be friends that hold a grudge
and be more than ' **** it '
just for once.
the problem with problems
must be the tangle
and the sweet
knot.
let's be that.
come on.
come on.
come on.
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