Brain fart
Thursday, April 13, 2006
  New one...
You still text me when I think of you.
Funny how old connections die hard.
You have to get over me
Or I’ll be washing your smell off again.
If I could keep it locked up I would, your scent
But each time I’d open it
A bit would leak out
Become dilute
I’d have to be good
Keep it locked
.
 
Comments:
Coooooooool!! About she who must not be named?
 
urgh I make myself sick.... You wouldn't have thought i was over all that would you?? But I am...Totally! Must post stuff about other stuff!
 
No no!! It's not about being over it or not, she/it/the whole caboodle was a big part of your life, you're gonna have lots of stuff relating to it! Natural innit.
 
and it's a damned good poem- no matter who it is about!

*bows to the jackson beast*
 
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