2003-02-12 - 4:26 a.m.
nanoseconds seemed like days
I knew this one would hurt me
funny am I in my ways
when love tries to dessert me
putting up the human shields:
the clown, the band, the joker
lying low in battlefields
and feeling mediochre
no one else could hurt me
more than the one admired
when she replied so curtly
that I was not desired.
.
.
.
but I love her still.
I always will.
Funny how that works.
I don't ask why
My heart can't lie
Behind these quips and smirks.
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