Cable Tied
Hair tangling trampling
I forgot how it felt to surround your self in air
You can breathe up there
Till’ she lights her fag and chokes your clarity
Next word that could rhyme “Charity”
But that would never be a fair attribute
Her hair tangling tying knots trapping me
I’ve forgotten what it means to breathe anything
But what she is
4 wheels locked into a skid
Everything is anything
Forget about the potential kids
Her hair tangling any thought before it could make sense
Ignorance was bliss
By mik3y
© 2008 mik3y
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