better luck next time
is it just my luck
or perhaps pure intention
that i always screw it up somehow?
perhaps i keep that inner part of me
too guarded to those who want to see.
so another one gone but for the best
it could be said. i would not have
wanted to keep pulling you along
this way. i guess these are my
final thoughts on us and then.
shar shar
playing those games
on the floor as
you tried to put
those scrabble pieces
in your mouth
was surely something
i won't forget.
it is something
i needed to see to
remember
once we laugh
we can move on
again.
no es sabado gigante
get ready to face
the sun once more
and the day outside.
its oh so beautiful
with the birds
singing to all us
broken people
waiting for us
to come outside
once again.
Peros en un barco
estan bailando
otra vez.
la muchacha
no esta tomando
pero si esta
fumando
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