By ZoE
Date: 25 August 1998

CrUsH

my eyes are frail
i think your famous
without you there so high above me
you taste like warmth around me
as if your senseless love could be mine
i was so foolish
foolish like lies
white bellied with huge tounges
i would sit beneath you
waiting for a touch of your lips to mine
we'd be perfect
i would wet my lips like peaches
and hold the knife away from my neck
we would be perfect like the wax melting like your eyes touching me
i feel when you look in to my eyes and know my soul beyound words