tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19035617.post115502095366993338..comments2023-05-23T00:49:54.804-07:00Comments on I Hid My Eyes Behind Your Sofa: Knowingalcarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14929849073911012353noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19035617.post-1155044218830078512006-08-08T06:36:00.000-07:002006-08-08T06:36:00.000-07:00But you broke the meterSundered it from feetto Fee...But you broke the meter<BR/>Sundered it from feet<BR/>to Feet, just like a <BR/>Rotten little bleeter.<BR/><BR/>The lie: 'I cannot get'<BR/>Explains much, and let<BR/>Such a thing be just a<BR/>warning to not forget.alcarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14929849073911012353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19035617.post-1155043558101766942006-08-08T06:25:00.000-07:002006-08-08T06:25:00.000-07:00I've figured it out.Love that is droughtthat makes...I've figured it out.<BR/>Love that is drought<BR/>that makes me sad<BR/>to be entirely without.<BR/><BR/>I sit in my pad,<BR/>wondering to make me glad,<BR/>wondering what this love has become.<BR/>I sit and wonder about shoulder pads.<BR/><BR/>But still I feel so dumb,<BR/>and everything looks glum.<BR/>Tell me again what I lost<BR/>when I ate that date plum.<BR/><BR/>(See, see what this crap gets you?!<BR/>More crap I say! =P)Zak J.K.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04988353483759606783noreply@blogger.com