01 June 2009

sensible nonsense, making no sense: haunting your conscience

nonsense playing again again again and again

coughing in the background, my glasses fogging in the meantime

my soul leeching onto anyone's, absorbing their vitality, to cover up what I lack

though I don't need it, I take what you cant have

beauty radiates off the girl nearest me, I mentally steal each piece of her gorgeousness

you smile, make it all worthwhile.

he laughs, making me blush.

she comes back, and that's that.

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