The love songs
as sung by the summer crickets
are the only thing
keeping my head up
as I reluctantly drag my shoes
across the earth.
The last mile,
on this;
my final hour.
I have loved
a few times in my short life,
but have been burned
and blackened
for every attempt.
Some people get away with it,
and live happily ever after.
I will never understand
how they do it.
7/29/07 11:58pm
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