Friday, April 8, 2011

Coming Back

It's the rage at what
You've done that thrills me.
In self-defense, you'll
Have to kiss or kill me.

We're so wrong already
That we'd never be right.
That friction keeps
Me warm at night.

We can't grow old together.
I'd have a heart attack.
You get me going so fast,
I can't help coming back.

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