We lived up on a mountainside In a cabin made of plastic No trees were cut to build our house But were cut to make room for it I took my life home in a box To hide it on a shelf Figured it'd be safe this way If I want it for myself Your empty words, they tried to speak But no voice could they afford I slapped your face, you turned your cheek Your words became my sword I tried to put away the thoughts That rifled through my mind Closed my eyes to visions sent Yet doled punishment out in kind While billions yearn to be alone To exist anonymous strangers I would never let you go One of my love life's little dangers I took this box that held my life A box of color blue I buried it deep underground Beside the last memory I have of you the end 09/26/00 http://trepaning.com
Reason for writing:
why i am single
Birth sign: Aries
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