Diligence?

Diligence?

A Poem by What happened to simple old me?

My mind's a turn around conceit, tugging words where it wants them, despising moments at a horrific rate, and every time, second of a whim and wit of a tiger I fall into space. I almost faint at the panic, I see twenty more stars than is ordinary, I want to be free. I need to go

© 2011 What happened to simple old me?


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What happened to simple old me?
What happened to simple old me?

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'Death was just a simple glance across a dim lit room And those eyes did it Those three words did it Those three words killed him And I surrender to it all Between you and me, I surrender to you .. more..

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