Monday, December 13, 2010

After

You seem to like me.  You admit that it's true,
Smile like the sun.
But you've never heard about the evil shit I do,
and I'm not done.
Life with me is sticky, so severe, stifles laughter,
Turns smile to frown.
I like you too much to live with myself after
I bring you down.

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