Cross-eyed Creepers
By atia
Honestly, I hate cross-eyed creepers Who the heck are you staring at? And why do you hang around? Confess! What is it about me that keeps you stuck Is it the charm...haha Or could it be I provide you With plenty to laugh at hmm... All this attention gets me thinking.. too much... muddled up.... gee.. I hate cross-eyed creepers Don't pretend to see through my soul When you might not care It makes me expect to much Perhaps a little understanding perhaps a little care Perhaps hope for my dreams That you now carry in your hands Or fear that They shall fall.. Only to bounce back.. Unfulfilled.. Like you... And stare at me... Laughing at all I never am... Or perhaps can never be... Written December 18th, 2001 © on Dec 17 2001 03:30 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Honestly, I hate cross-eyed creepers..."