Wednesday, 23 January 2013



Happiness is euthanasia for life
To understand the ecstasy
You need to clutch the shortest straws.
To understand fulfilment
You need to experience heartache
Of being in this volatile calm.

You say you don't care
But I know you do
Or, at least, I hope you do
But will I ever know
What I think of you?

You say I don't, but I do
Really think of you
But would you understand
If I told you, I need sometime
To sort my head out
Or, is that my bed out?

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