Cycle switching from love to hysteria,
Together we rule, divided we fall from criteria.
The things we feel form deepened emotions,
Deeper than the abyss in soaky blue oceans.
Our equation equates from love to lust,
Not even cheap hookers can question our trust.
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this one is mine too .. whats that 3 ??
ReplyDeleteit's crazy that even after time passes this poem stands true to our form, constantly cycling-but still never escaping the truth of what it really is...you can never be matched.
ReplyDeleteevery word you write leaves me longing for the next ..
(now go get the cup .. its happening all over again)
sucks
ReplyDeletesike.. ....is good
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