Battle lines drawn in the sand
and nothing turning out like it planned.
Everything has been and just was
dealing with my surmounting buzz.
Black water spilled on white fur
and the lack of luster anymore for her.
A new playing field to flee
and leave me without a glimpse of me.
Jump into the plot and sell your soul
and lose the last grip you had on self control.
The longest nightmare you ever dreamt
with your moral upstanding so unkempt.
Sell the self control for a mere dream of love
where you know the difference from push to shove.
Scream like the banshee you were
and lose that last glimpse of her.

09/05/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this about how people seem to flee a romance when things lose thier newness and it gets comfortable..

Posted on 09/05/2003
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