cristobal Benjumea

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what can i sayto you


what can i say except i was proud,

what can i say life at least i know is not a bed of roses

you are

again im alone, subject to external forces

me and others

im waiting for the sevenyth wave, i knew you once

i wanted you i got shot

i dont nkow the names of all the murderers

im developing calous skin on my finger tips

ive lost all faith in the world

im woried weather my life will be inconsecuential to the world

im trying to act my way out

sometimes i think a bowl of cereal will fix it

sometimes it does

sometimes i tink about all the people without cereal

do they think of me

my feelings are important about you

i wont feel sorry about myself

i saw you and we what of the rest do you agree tolet it happen

you dont have to worry i will never betray you

i aprove of ballerinas

you can come to me wiyhout perfume, il put it on for you

i knew you would satisfy all your desires,

its just so natural for you to be ladylike

the seventh wave came

i wont tel anyone

how can i repay you

it could be so simple

and why not would you prefer to make tea

your mine

Submitted: Tuesday, December 03, 2013

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