18 January 2006

There were two loves to the right of me and one in the front.

My eyes searchin’ and mind turnin’

 

My only window is a mirror

All I see are eyes shut

Respect has gotten the best of me with no room to stand up

 

Head tired, hands hurting, heart aching

I begged for her to be my voice

 

 

 

 

 

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

jason is a poet... i like it son.

February 03, 2006 9:28 AM  

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