Well, We All Have Our Differences..., by Lovecrafter Subscribe to rss feed for Lovecrafter

Your friends
So well attired
My soul
So very tired

Your eyes
So sharply quick
My head
So badly sick

Your trends
So well equipped
My hands
So deeply whipped

Your dyes
So darkly lit
My dreams
So brightly fit

Your bends
So well twisted
My hopes
So well misled

Your lies
So swifltly killed
My fears
So slowly filled


Here's another discussion topic. Oh come on you know you
love these. All right...Have you ever felt like your best
friend or just anyone in particular just does not understand
you?
Posted: 2010-02-01 01:56:35 UTC

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