My toes curl,
my breath comes short
My emotions whirl
There's no retort.
But you, are impossible
You take what isn't yours
Without a care that is logical.
The world doesn't seem to keep scores.
Something I pray for, you cast away Something I see as a miracle
You see as a bad day.
Maybe my dreams are whimsical.
I call you friend
My poor judgement gets the best of me We'll stick together til the end
Reality, and logical thinking say, "let it be."
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