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Empty Pockets full of Dreams


Submitted:Feb 7, 2010    Reads: 117    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Idiots
I just bumped into her again
begging for food
begging for time to talk
once I offered her something to eat
now a ball & chain
Rosetta,
paranoic schizophrenic
somehow I love her
cause somehow I love everybody
but I hate her
cause I hate almost everyone
that puts me right in the middle
the place where you don't give a ratsass
anylonger
anymore
never have
never will
I guess that makes it so easy
but why it seems so hard
a beauty walks by
an idiot whistling after her
does he really think that
she'll jump into his car?
It's like me asking for help
I guess that makes me an idiot too
I told Rosetta to stop by
I hope she won't
but I'll keep waiting.




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