limit of shunt

poured out my love but it trickled in your pool

I swim with certainty, but I am sinking just for you

chores for your laugh boring me to

tears bring me to my knees

but that is oh so typical

a few too many eyes

a feeling that is local

you rise and then I can't pretend

why can't you help me out, I can't stop feeling down

--beanbag

ahh...it's not as bad as it may sound.

everything will come through eventually

and still i love you more than you'll ever know.

*bex