Someday soon?
My troubles will fadethe clouds will disperse
but no troubles were here
if I wasn't hers
All I desire
I see in her eyes
but beauty's infected
by horrible lies
As time takes it's toll
infection will grow
I must interfere
I can't take it slow
Decisions to take
too much time on my own
too many thoughts in my head
can't the future be shown
then I'd know
Poetry by Marcus
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Written on 2005-07-30 at 22:41
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