Funny how some stories play out. Playing cupid for an evening and ending with me acting stupid. Why can't I be dashing anymore?
Why is it so hard for me to act on instinct?
It seems I just sit in the corner and play the fool I was meant to play. Should I just lay down and relax into this part I meant for? The actor of such dramatic feelings such as love and lust, envy and agony. Is this whom i've become?
Such a lonely part to play.
Friday, June 12, 2009
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