Monday, June 2, 2008

Fly


Wait, who are you,
I don't know you,
and you're assuming way too much.
I'm not like this,
I'm not ready,
I think I'm still in love.
Please slow down,
please hold up,
I wish I knew what to say,
but my words aren't spilling out,
like they do most days.

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Life's for livin' child, can't you see?