Monday, 23 May 2011

It's not a memory

Are you drowning darling?
Are you drowning,
Dreaming about your
Dreary days?

Death by virtue.
Uber happiness, 
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Are you saved?
Are you rightous?

Have the awkward questions all disappeared?

Don't you believe it.

Don't call it a memory darling,
Call it anything you like
But remember,
It's not a memory.

And don't call me.

I'm something else altogether.

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