Monday, 20 September 2010


Kissing games wrung around your neck
Heck, don’t you ever stop?
And clearly sacrifice is a very small price,
Just too see a special girl smile.
And friendship is just a milestone,
On a road away from your childhood home.
Broken hearts are highly strung,
Upon a glittering thread around your throat.
Collected, perched on your collarbone.

Hit the road Jack, and don’t you come back no more.

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