Sunday, July 8, 2012

Iterations on 47th Ave.

I came by to pick up my things
and you held me in your eyes and arms
so I would never leave

I after spent days in angry fog
with heart set on hating
because this will never last

but the only way it ends is I'm not madly
no, never madly not quite madly in love
with you

this is never easy or ever ending
my head is set on ending you and me
but my heart is in the way

and you say what right have I to end a pair
when neither belongs to either and I still love
( this is to say that when