Wednesday, 17 March 2010

SeventyFive

I have no poetic rhyme, no grand phrase.
Only tom-foolary.

I like the idea of being wanted,
When people hint that theyve been talking about you,
But only because they like you.
If they didn't they wouldn't talk.

I hope your lack of reply or interest doesn't mean what I guess.
If so, then you need to know.

This isn't about what you think it is.

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