Saturday, May 18, 2013

The Truest Crime


I'm in my head
but out of my mind.
You keep asking,
give me a sign.
I wish I could
stop on a dime.
And then drop
the right line,
but I'm lost in
these thoughts of mine.
And the answer is
lost in time.
It sends chills
down my spine
because I know
this isn't fine,
but for now I 
can only rhyme,
which seems like
the truest crime.

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