"Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something."
- Plato




Tuesday, December 23, 2008

I'd like to say so many things,
with one swift kick to your shins,
and one clever spit at your feet.

You just torment my world
and for that you're the devil.
You've stirred a whirlwind of dust,
from what used to be mud.

And you've shattered my stars
by scattering my planets.
Just by picking fights with my heart,
you've struck against my gladness.

No one can break my Love
without also breaking me.

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