Saturday, December 19, 2009

Diseased Ramblings..

Dont say its the end of the road.
remember the flowers I sent..
i need you.. babe..
to put through the shredder in front of my friends

Dont leave me now..
How could you go?
when you know how i need you..
to beat to a pulp on a saturday night.

3 comments:

  1. This is a very pretty poem.

    Who is it for?

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  2. @ sarah : screw you..
    @ misha : its pink floyd meesh.. im just lonely and homesick..

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