The controlling issues that is what it is
my sweet rose;
that is why I stray in my mind on some tangent
that makes no sense.
That is why I walk through my life this way.
Oh well
I still love you my sweet rose.
I'll figure myself out eventually
everyone else seems to try to figure me out,
but how could they when I can't figure out myself.
What do you think?
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My sweet rose....
Quite true, when one one can't figure out what one wants how can others really know.
But if the rose you talk about blooms it must surly be for you.
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It is what it is and not what it aint. It'll do what it do but not what it cain't (can't).
Or do you like
Eternally being, all the while seeking, myself
I think I like your head.
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lol I like both versions
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Very good, a nice reflection on life and how it goes.
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thank you so much for your comments they mean a lot to me. I will read some of your poetry tommorrow to return the favor.
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