where hypotheses come to die (madman101) wrote,
where hypotheses come to die
madman101

I'll Be Good

Drinking tea with the taste of the Thames
Sullenly on a chair on the pavement
Here you'll find, my thoughts and I
And here is the very last plea from my heart
My heart. For evermore
Where taxi drivers never stop talking
Under slate grey Rockfordian sky
Here you will find, despair and I
And here I am every last inch of me is yours
Yours, For evermore

And you jumped into my face
And laughed
And kissed me on the cheek
And then were gone
Forever
Not quite.

and I / I have got nothing / to offer you
just this heart deep and true
which you say you don’t need
- see with your eyes / touch with your hands
- please
- hear through your ears / know in your soul
- please
for haven’t you me with you now?
and I love you / I love you / I love you
I love you / I love you / I love you
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