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Me To You Us To Them
01/31/2004 @ 4:54am
By:
sexysweetie

Im a bonafide genius
Yet I act dumb a scared
If I act this way maybe
Some one will care
I sit here just waighting while
My heart bleeds in pain
Maybe some day my heart
Will lust again
on that one special day
But where where you?
Not be found
And there on the ground was that one special thing
That one special thing
That tied you to me
As Are friend ship is gone
Gone like the wind
It vanished like the cat on the mouse and
The mouse to the house
The house too the ground
Ground to the dirt
The dirt is the hurt that you caused
me that day it as if I was a stray
stray like a cat
the cat in the hat
the hat on your head
like the head that bled on the night
such a sight it caused every one a fright
I did no know her
but it was the fist to the head
fist on the man
it was what she had in her that tied me too her
in her hand was a note
in that note it was wrote that it was she and he
were to be Wed
wed on the night
but where was he not to be found
so there she layed on the ground on the night of the fright
witch was the same night that you took my heart
you took my heart and you made it hurt
hurt like the knife to stone
stone to the earth
earth to the sky
sky to the space the space that she made
when she left
she left him for good leaving the space in the space
that was supposed to be his heat his heart is no longer there
it’s a hole hole in his heart like a hole in the earth
hole in the earth like a hole in the universe
it’s the universe that we need that we need to retrieve
retrieve from the sky like a fly
fly like a bee, bee to the nest
nest too the rest, rest to the best
best of us all
we let it get too us
act like it doesn’t matter
act like every things ok but its not
they can see that they can tell
they read us like we read books
we like them know and understand
understand but not like them
they’ve seen much more there precious to us like us no them
they are withering willows and we are seedling
seedlings and pee pods
pee pods to nice bods
no matter how hard we try we just cant stop
it’s a habit that some of us have formed
formed a fitted fitted like a silk glove
glove of a queen queen of a Castel
Castel of a maiden maiden of a love story
and that that is how this all fitts me to you and you to me
like her to him and him to her them to us and us to them
 
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