Tuesday, September 13, 2011


You’re an empath, so you think you already know,
But I’ve got a lifetime of pretending not to care,
So play your little mind games, I can match every row,
Run, run, as fast as you can, catch me if you dare,
Beware his passionate embrace or his lovely eyes,
He’s shifty, quick and crafty, he’ll burn you with his lies…

I try to remember that you really don’t care,
But it’s impossible to think of anything else,
When you’re always right there,
So I climb up and up trying to find where the sky stops,
Hoping there’s a cliff or a giant mountain top,
There I can fling myself over into the fiery pits below,
Anything to avoid the pain of another scorpion’s blow.  

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