Thursday, January 20, 2011

Knowledge

increase this knowledge of my pain by one
just a fraction of the cure you need to make this recipe complete
another ounce of truth
to make the patient feel
a second dose of tears to help me get over you

embalm me with your love
and lower me into the ground
if perception is wisdom
then you can perceive me a genius
covered in the lime of heartache
and the knowledge that your gone

1 comment:

  1. Written in 2004.
    I wrote this laying on Miss M's living room floor.
    Don't know who Miss M is? Keep reading.

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