Believe me- Rest your help- We come to no happy ending here- Misprinted, misrepresented, misunderstood- All bullshit but is a poet's defense- What better gift- Do I have to offer-? To you- What do you suffer from-? How can I help- Have I the patience- To receive anymore then I can give- I can’t pretend- That I can- I want more- Tired of waiting- Holding as much I can- With out turning into a human ruin- I’ve forgotten my woman and friends- I left them- They wanted me to fill in the blanks- They what me to pretend- Is that helping me?Birth sign: Libra
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