Monday, August 9, 2010

I Want Long Hair I Want Short I Want Nothing and Both


To feel your whispers down my spine
Where have you placed my mind?

A sneaky beast, you snuck inside
Ripped it out and called it 'mine'

My thoughts are moody, dark and broody
Complex, winding, anger inside me

Where, oh where, is my mind?

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