Tuesday, March 16, 2010

allow me, pope

There is no such thing as eternal sunshine, falls well as there is no spotless mind.
Then why blame my spotty spotted thought, and all its simple spottered rhymes.
Then why blame me for spot filled actions, for pure white truth spattered with lies.
My tears are not a thing of beauty, don’t look at me with your spotless sight
We are not eternal yet, our love may still lose without a fight
Do not believe in eternal sunshine, but do keep faith in your spotted mind