I’m not into words, if words flew and left no scratch
I’m not into words, if words were warm yet flammable
I’m not into memory, if it played its own chapter
I’m not into love, if love was selfish and narrow
I’m not into you, if she looked down and wept
I’m not into me, if I looked up and proud
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
I'm not into words
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