Sunday, March 6, 2011

You're right and I'm wrong

Meeting you was like finding money, lucky.
Loving you is like writing with a colored pencil, brightest thing Ive ever done.
Fighting with you is like walking into a screen door, stupid.
Lying to you is like a drunk driver, reckless.
Letting you leave is like giving a five year old chocolate, idiotic.
Missing you is like writing with a broken pencil, pointless.
Wanting you back is like trying to nail jello to a tree, useless.

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