SIGNIFICANT OTHER
My meaningless preoccupation with her puts me back where I
started
My
separated style puts me in a realm with homeless hearts
I
know how fire works
She
burns in my iridescent dreams
I
talk of my troubles
And when I turn around she’s gone
Nothing
left to do but plunge back into my miserable hole of agony
My
one track mind’s been sidetracked
The
fortune cookie lied to me
I
forgot how to focus
Pillow
fights and magic carpet rides
I
talk to myself about the recurring drag of it all
Nothing
left to do but go to sleep and wake up to a new suspicion
4/26/98
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