BP :: GJ5

#This is taken from a book of poetry that I had written. I am not sure the exact date, but I would assume sometime early 1990’s
Ain’t it funny how you
fell -when you’re finding out
its ral – god I love you
I love you more
Don’t move just be near
me more.

I haven’t known whats been
going on since I pierced
my ear – confusion so loud
I could barely hear –
Now I see establishment
wearing gold like a status
no longer mad at us –
my hate has turned to
hollow.

Communicationg gas meters
adn talking lawn chairs.

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