Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Black is my favorite color
And I haven't wondered why
Like vanilla ice cream
Melting on an apple pie.
I often ask myself
How you could possibly love me
Dead silence so I can think
Why don't you go get me a drink?
I watch the bright stars
on the black canvas sky
I smile aloud
When I see I'm dead.
your touch
like ice
makes me warm
away from harm
Did you know you're my best friend?
Never changing with the trends
Always speaking
Never thinking
"helpful drinking"
sad like me
and no one knows
taking down our mental foes.

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