As fate would have it, suddenly there's two of them. Both tall, both beautiful, both a bit... insecure? Both, as it seems, attached to me. Unaware that they're sharing me.
Here I am. An imaginary fag hanging out of my gob, I'm neither Bogey nor Bebel. Just a tosser who has to toss one of them at his earliest convenience.
Will act sharp. Look and be sorry. All's fair in love and war.
Or, if my dirty old soul would handle such turn, I could ditch them both and start fresh and clean.
Nonsense, of course, that was just a thought. Sigh. Sigh.
3 comments:
hmm.. someone else seems to feel insecure ;)
I guess you *ALL* feel insecure, don't you? A very common quality :-)
damn :) i ment YOU! surprise :P
but yes... i guess youre right...
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