Simple life dependant on luck,
Engulfed in anxiety, lost in the woods,
Please call the psychiatrist, no more games,
It's getting out of hand.
Fate allows awkward introduction,
As one cold war signals the break up,
Lectures following the two strangers,
Keeping paper hearts in denial.
Soon, calling to the diary of dissemination,
Involving lust feeling of guilt,
Destroying transmissions among the players,
Copying the history of another.
These thoughts run through my head,
September Mondays bring solitude to remember,
The path we took and what is more,
Fate allows another introduction.I think I've fallen for you.Labels: misc
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