Friday, April 13, 2007

No I'm not the man I used to be lately,
See you met me at an interesting time,
If my past is any sign of your future,
You should be warned before I let you inside.

I will beg my way into your garden,
I will break my way out when it rains,
Just to get back to the place where I started,
So I can want you back all over again.

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