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Just finished. What do you think?

It seems like things are always extreme
Always we’re blinded by the prettiest beams
it seems that in snapshots, time slows our joy
And its these memories our purility destroys
And maybe I’m just tired
How did things become this dire?
There was a time we loved each other
How, in our closeness, did that love smother?
In seeking out life’s modest memorabilia
We’ve become as daft as dear Ophelia
And maybe I say too much
Being the ever-appearant crutch
That never really suited me
I’m always on my knees
But to vindicate
To validate
Would rob me of my dearest affection
My companionship collection
One false step and your friend’s rebound
Hopscotch on the Devil’s playground
And these are the people we live for
Once again, I’m sincerity’s whore
It seems like love isn’t that secure
Perhaps someday we’ll all mature

--Lola
Saturday 26 April 2003 7:18 AM