the more i change, Shams,
the more really the names just
change and I am not really
changing anymore.
It's all that special relativity shit.
Shams, friend, Shams, we have
got to get our life together
and stop this shilly shallying
around, this indefinitive messing.
Some dull dreary parade of
emails and phonecalls and
waiting around for something.
I'm so sick of people who
don't take me seriously.
I'm so sick of people who
don't take things seriously.
I'm so sick of people who
don't take themselves seriously.
If we don't matter, what does,
Shams, can't you tell me?
It's Friday night and I have
everything and nothing to do.
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
Friday, January 22, 2010
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