Take A Guess

by Dave   Jan 29, 2008


Another guessing game? I'm getting good at these.
Another nerve ending raped with pain; your existence:
one million keys.

Second chances,
Instantaneous romances.
A tree without branches,
Still yet a tree.

Bliss won't let me be,
I'm in blood up to my knees,
I rely upon your romantic tendencies,

I'll take a chance, I'm good at these.

Just don't keep guessing, please,

You're always wrong.

Always.

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