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April 26, 2005

Square Peg

Living proof that neatness and order
Exists only in the world of forms.
My emotions are too clear-cut,
Well-defined with no shades of gray
To fit you comfortably between
The friend you want to be
And what I feel for you.
Straight lines are not easily bent,
Well-fortified borders don't get crossed
(That's why I can't go to your side of the room
and look through your glasses.)
Your foreign language is spoken too fast to understand
And much gets lost in the translation.
My words get stuck in the curls of your hair
I take life too seriously
I take you too seriously
I take love too seriously
As you throw it away--
Useless rubbish.
"Paved paradise, put up a parking lot."

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 10:05 PM