Simple Complications
me and mrs jones
We meet every day at the same cafe
Six-thirty and no one knows she'll be there
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the juke box plays our favorite songs
Saturday, October 3, 2009
To Whom :

I don't know what you want us to do.
I don't know what you want me to do.
I just only wanted you to hang in there.
Just for a little while more.

So that i could come out, and ease the burden.
But you couldn't wait.
You refuse treatment.

And you think you are a burden.
And you think you are useless.

I haven't given up on you.
You are my closest male friend.

Please, wake up, tell the world.
You are stronger than this.

Or atleast tell me.

I'm at a lost, atleast tell me what you want me to do for you.

4:55 PM

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