Just a little dittle dattle from an interesting night some years ago. Love after all is the greatest exchange of hurt and hate.
Theres a mirror
On the wall
Up the stairs
And down the hall
And everymorning
At the start of the day
I peer into the mirror
As if to say
Who are you
Thats not me
Thats not the me
I want to see
Its your version of me
Your own little robot
And the me inside
It starts to rot
Because I'm a clone
A clone of you
And everything
You wish I'd do
Theres a mirror
On a wall
I'll break the mirror
I'll kill you all
Get away from me
Im in a destructive mood
Its not me at all
Its only you
You get me this way
You pull that chain
Like I'm on a walk
And you're the rain
On a cold day
With the wind in my face
And just a tshirt on
You're slowing my pace
Thanks man. Kind of just a spur of the moment thing I found from back in 03. I'm actually engaged to the girl now, we're getting married next summer. Funny how things work out like that . The good thing is that the poem is no longer relevant, which is what caught my eye initially.
. The good thing is that the poem is no longer relevant, which is what caught my eye initially.
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