Saturday, April 16, 2011

The Lightest Dream Matt Mousse

Tequila. Immature


My head hurts

Because I should not do mixes

For though he kept his composure

Take out of spite and disappointment.


My heart aches

For even hurt us both

shares the pride and hypocrisy

provoked on this occasion.


My head hurts

Because I never knew it was due to

deserved because although there was no explanation

And after so many tears Because it's time to say goodbye.

This shot is for you

With

intrigue and bitterness.


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