Friday, March 30, 2012

I Wish For It To Forever Rain On Your Fields.

Stop me before I fall off a cliff.
Because then I might actually live.
I need your light and I need your arm.
I'm trying my hardest to keep you from harm.

"A poem can have an impact, but you can't expect an audience to understand all the nuances"
-- Douglas Dunn

Sometimes I feel like I am an extremely mean person. Not because I really am mean, because the more I think about it, I really am not mean. But sometimes I feel like I am. Don't ask me how this makes sense but it kind of does, at least in my brain.

Cute clothes make me sick because I want them so much. I want to go shopping at DI and buy everything. The End.

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