Monday, April 11, 2011

Scribbling While Deciding What to Write About

I'm a poet,
So all my thoughts
Are better left
Incomplete.

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You're my muse,
Which means there's
No real difference,
Between my dreams of you,
And the nightmares.

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Love me a little,
Love me a lot.
Love me with abandon,
Without a single thought.
Love me cold, love me hot.
Love me for what I am,
And all that I'm not.

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I am in repair.
And the mechanic's sick.

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