Thursday, December 1, 2011

Unjust

                Too late,                           
        too  soon, I always                 
   think of you; Too  far, too           
near, I'm afraid you'll disappear;
Too shy, too  bold,  Your  eyes    
  are  always cold; Too  much,      
       too  small, You don't                
            love me at all                       

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