i'm pretty sick of, what ever you want to call this,
i've said it once before,
sitting on the stairs,
in a living room with people,
even in a text message,
theres too much blue to be green,
i've had a shit day at wrok, so everything that is shit, is now a problem, and back in my way,
anything i'm good at i get progressivly worse at, or maybe its just that i'm frustraited and i dont get any better, so everythings all Grr
i'm not talented enough to hide my perplexions behind a darkness of metaphors,
its not that i'd rather, its that i can't,
what ever i love, dissapears, and i'm left in limbo

"Distance tells you that
Distance must come between love
Where have you been, Luv?"

i'm fucking sick of it
it must be so busy all those lightyears away,
that some time is out of the question

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