2005-05-31 -- 6:15 p.m. Ripped so flawlessly away, How did I get myself into this mess, Did I venture so recklessly to this? Is it really you, This is the third time, I write about you. This is the third time, My words come so sexually, Clean, My hands so, Roughly… Clean, is this really, Truly honestly you? Indeed I have miss judged, For you have been so warmly seen, With yet another one. My mind portrays, Hopeless romantic, Thoughts, But I am so dead wrong. Well at least we shared what, We had. Had we anything at all… Once again I must let go.