Thursday, November 3, 2011

I can't really decide what you are to me.
Time measures life in inches.
I may, may go abroad.
Time has never purchased on me that much before.
Pushes you in an old and easy way
parent or not?
No more kid
no more crying stuff
underwater kids
Who has decided we're born for some reason?
parent or not?
My kid is far dead gone and i keep that space for my favorite song.
Inked underwater blue.
And I can't really decide what you are to me.
Time is a cap no-one sees.
My time, my time is measured in a weather unknown.

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