What to do I asked myself, if only she would reciprocate my affection, With ruffled complexion, Im tortured by my minds misdirection, Neuronal circuits put it to the vote but there is no election. To divide and to section, to solve with mechanical perfection, thats what my mind strives for, its built to relentlessly question The mystery prevails, can she and will she cure this infection? #IBleedWords
Posted on: Thu, 07 Aug 2014 02:03:28 +0000