Saturday 7 November 2015

For you love is like a once in a hundred year storm
for me its like the weather report
and I chase those storms
because I fear to catch
something real
thats better than everything
in my real deal

women and me love diffeantly
but in the end just the same
its the path each takes
to perfection
that give love
its time and finds
so many dimes
put their by the sprits
who want to put in their
ten cents worth about a
situation so complicated
its harder to chart by
a lug degree than
global warming.

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