Monday, November 12, 2012

Dec 6, 2005


worth is what is hard to see
making love won't set me free
i just can't let things be

but i still try
              and open these eyes.

perfection isn't what i strive for
constantly wonder is there more
i pick my dirty underware up off the floor

continue, i fly
               till the day we die.

so i repeat this over agian
convinced there won't be a bloody end
i know my will will not bend

i am worthy of this
                it is my bliss.

~abby jane~

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