Slander
Apples ‘n pears,
& april showers.
Ash & oaks,
& ave fires.
Tricky eves &
Clickety click thoughts.
Ur chalk farm
& my dilly hearte.
I’m God forbid &
For a little – mad:
When I think (that)
I’m without U…
But who get’s a fuck?
I don’t understand…
I’m just crazy…
Without U…
I’m possibly mad…
Who knows?
I don’t wanna
Be with U…
Of fourse!
‘cose U don’t love me!
U’re wrong! –
will be my reponse.
‘cose I love u too strong
‘n so want not to let
U for a second.
That’s the reason… b’cose…
I became sentimentally-phsycose.
I don’t wanna wake Ur pain
Or a lot of tears
Which falls from Ur
Two oceans fathomless…
I don’t love U…
U’re wrong!
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