Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Like a Hot Sword

We're Intermediate
You and I.
Its been so long
It could be a lie.

Life's no fun
Without your antics.
So why do I find you
so pedantic.

I see you face
You make me smile.
Yet at every step
We must walk miles

You say I fight you
But I think not
Yet I must live with
What we’ve wrought

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