My Good

Sat, 12/06/2014 - 17:34 -- blase

It's all good because she's here to make me warm.

I live to kill her arm,

dead from my dreary head.

Shake out the thoughts of dread.

My soul is in my smile,

it hopes to stay for a while.

 

It's all good for now.

lonely and unfurrowed brow.

Someone is bound to say "hi",

and we'll live today, and tomorrow die.

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