though yr only an illusion in my grander confusion orphaned & nurtured through sticky keys
it seems to me that these kaleidoscope eyes are tending to pry
opening wide for uncertain possibilities of 1AM suprises
& though chaotic desires you admit you admire
please realize these have nothing to do with anything between you and me
so all of the others may wonder why am i staying awake for these writings you bring ?
well sillies, he tends to bring out the madness ensued in the sea
and now these paper thin dreams are inked falsities of long distant memories & dawn breaking dreams
yet these are the ones i prefer to keep for my pseudo passions
so go on sad songs, chase the words not the birds of these daunting themes.....?
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