BLACK DYE POEMS PAGE 2
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It's not easy to dance when no one's leading. . . . . Perhaps I shouldn't believe everything that's said. Or transfer based assumptions into facts. because then I'll end up with a fuzzy delayed response of nonsense that will make everyone sick, and wish for death. Sometimes you gotta run away to see if anyone follows. . . I met him at the mall. His station was by the elevator. Saw him once again at the show, he kissed me good-bye on the cheek, then ran away. He's too self-consumed, and I'm too particular to be anything else. His friend who's also mine, has far more sense than he. I don't see anything ever working out the way it is supposed to. I'm here to bring color to the depressed, but who will bring color to me? Distraction; Your heart is being distracted for now. . . Manipulated if you will . . . blindfolded you walk, never to stumble over anything bright enough to see through. Time has exceeded you to grasp on to something, something familiar. Love is not blind, love is pain . . . when you fall and awake. . .
