By the guppy
Date: 25 May 2000
forte
cut short by the crack of something meaningless
i wither in your sun
i shout to silence cries that i'm the only one
who should be dreaming less
should be ravenous
could be healing
shall never reveal this feeling
i'm not even sure i could
syllabic misconceptions rule this neighborhood
you like the beat
i like the pounding
it's no wonder on any given night we can be found drowning
look around
seems to me the future fits the package
and the package fits the delivery person
hallowed be thy signature and its consequence
i stamp my name to you out of laziness
you're as heaven-sent as a handful of rain can be
you ask loaded questions and i ignore them all
make a judgement call
debate fact or fiction
elevate romantic contradiction
whirl my world in the sweetness of your curls
the straight-laced edge of girlish chaos chases me
i should have some place to be
and you should not be there
with me
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