January 26, 1906
Forty-seven days have passed and the bananas in my kitchen are still green. They remain untouched and unmoved since I brought them home from market. To my eye they appea
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Do you even care?
The question which wears
On my devoted mind.
How can you be so kind?
My heart flutters
But my brain sputters.
This pain you produce,
Leaves me too many clues.
This could be love,
But I have to shove
Away these drunken hopes.
You cannot be my pope.
You cannot be my savior.
I must change this behavior,
For if I don't change,
I will become deranged.
It's time to move on
From this forbidden bond.
The question which wears
On my devoted mind.
How can you be so kind?
My heart flutters
But my brain sputters.
This pain you produce,
Leaves me too many clues.
This could be love,
But I have to shove
Away these drunken hopes.
You cannot be my pope.
You cannot be my savior.
I must change this behavior,
For if I don't change,
I will become deranged.
It's time to move on
From this forbidden bond.