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Perspective is a slut who never puts out
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2013
I sat on the swings in Victoria park trying to sort what I wanted to do about men who aren’t you when the tears came this time
And it’s like the world froze
Everything was in slow motion
The earth was dead
The park was barren
Everything was gray and sombre as a winter’s day
It was cold
And no matter where I panned my blurry blood shot eyes
Emptiness was found
No people
No ducks
No morality
Just me and my music and a clouded December sky
The perfect place to admit I miss your love
The perfect place to cry
:-D
I love the poem! It's even colder & bleaker than this wet & windy January night, but that title is pure Rabbit genius & takes it to another level ;-)
:) te-he
I KNEW you'd love that title, just knew it ;)
Much Love
Ashley