My Face is Red

Burdensome, quarrelsome desire

Defiler of the status quo

Usurper of reason

Driver of appetites

Teach me your weakness

Show me your flaws

Your boundless energy exhausts me

And leaves my soul against the pavement

Do not return without restraint

For I tire of your fickle nature

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About bgm1969

This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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