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Jul 04, 2006 14:49

When the words flow, they flow without ceasing
I can barely stop them from hitting the page
Hoping that the ink of this pen will keep up.

But once they stop, it seems to be forever until they return
The tip of my pen ready on a blank page
With no where to go, with no flow.

He's called a many number of times today, and yesterday, and the day before.
He's killed the words, they no longer flow.
The only word my pen now knows is FUCK!

Why do the creeps from your past always turn up again in your future?
Don't they know well ennough to stay away?
To leave you alone because you're doing better now?

I thought I was over him, and now he's back.
Back from the US, back to stay
After 2 long years and an oblitorated heart later.
For the other woman left him and turned him away.

Now he's my problem again.
The ring turned up in the mailbox yesterday morning.
With those little love notes he's always been so good at writing.
Knowing just what to say to get you into his hand.
I wonder if it's the ring he gave here and got back?

FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!
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