domingo, 4 de mayo de 2014

We can't decide when something is new.

We (seeing the selves that we have always been)
ask why.

I see us on the flip side.
On the side that no one ,ever,
once,
questioned anything.

I guess you had
to have
a companion.

Don't worry,
It still stings like a bitch
when you ask me
"Can we [b]reach a deal?"

What I don't understand
is how I could tell you that you are mine,
how you could tell me that I am yours,
how we could tell us that we are,
how we can tell us that we'll be.




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