fucked
fucked
so fucked in the head
we all ought to be deadwe have no right
no right
to dance and smileno right to love
and dream all the whileno future
other than what we see hereno desires
other than to be nearso tell me then
how'd I wake in your bed?despite the ephedrine, alcohol and dope
what was going through your head?chance encounters
in a world of fate
it is much better to love
than it is to hateI love your mind
you like my words
we have compatible lips, we found
after drawing you towardslight breaks through
the early window din
neither of us want to know
where the other has beenyou want to know
where will I go
what will I do
when I have the timeI answer
I haven't a clue
I'd just like to write
one lousy poem with rhyme.Like everything else,
it was never meant to be.