September 26, 2009

in a world without triangles, we begin to feast for squares.

we just kept laughing until the lights went out.

as we watched the moon and looked over the water,
you just kept asking, "what do you want? what is it that you want?"
i thought it was foolish, but the answer seemed clear,
it was you that i wanted, your face seemed so dear.
but i still kept silent, hoping you would remain near.

the circles under my eyes just keep getting stronger, but all you want are squares because they pay attention to you longer.
"i am a victim of my own well-orchestrated downfall."

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