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want to call
want to cry you
then will come the "tell me what's wrong"
I have to tell you because I can't lie
You're forever biased
the cold, porcelain tub catches the tears I cry for the one who doesn't think twice about me
Stranger still...your poem is how I felt..No more, I don't have the time to waist on a jerk like that.hehe I look at it now as, fuel for my poetry. Painted Smiles Masquerade of secrets, masked with smiles. Shrouded in veils of various styles. Developed this skill, while learning cheap thrills. All reasons and rhythms, were caught out of line. Wickedly wild, this mask of time, it's mouth painted shut, to utter no crime. ~ Cathy 6/07/01