Friday 15 January 2010

Until I am undone.

If you want to move away,
But find the time and tide astray;
If you’re swallowing to stay,
Then that’s alright by me.

If the mirror’s clear to see,
Indicating apathy,
If it turns to look at me,
Then baby I’ll be free.

If a hopeful man appears,
Out of any hemisphere,
If his novelty adheres,
Baby I will cheer.

Funny frequent anger hides
Whenever you expose your mind,
Maybe I should show you mine,
Baby I will try.

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