Charles Hice

(May 13 2004 / Heaven)

eye on being me


eye rally never contimplate just loving anyone
the past was lonesome chicken soup and jello gelitin
when eye met ewe eye knoe eye just tryed to make ewe disappear
eye put ewe addresses in a folder marked with tears
eye came apart and then eye came back to peace again
one piece of me is left in ewe eye never want it back
ewe make it clear eye have no fear
eye wait for ewe attack
though eye almost missed ewe dear
eye am the mirror for ewe heart
eye took myself to pieces
and when eye got them back
this time eye am just me
eye am just fine
eye am back
eye am just me
eye am
eye
just being me

Submitted: Thursday, October 05, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, October 12, 2010
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