Friday, 11 October 2013


I saw a simple man, With simple pleasures, Looking within little treasures, A simple man, Fighting complex thoughts, Trying to unlock open doors.
Ideals and morals, Can leave you with sorrows, Can get in the way, Designed and constructed, Taught as conjunctive, Just human just destructive.
She went back to her life, But she was mine, I'd strive to accomadate you certainly, Like I'd never accomplished previously.

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