By ZoE
Date: 2 July 2000
Conception
Your feet make me cranky
my feet make me trip over you
fall spectacularly in love with you
fall spectacularly in love with you
and I don't miss my past
only our future
and you asked me what love is
I begin:
Love makes me choke
there is no place I'd rather be
then wherever I am with you
but you will never feel that way
Yesterday you sat beside your little sister
arms draped around her small body
and I had wanted nothing more
than to watch you
without you
seeing me
at that moment
thick air
heavy breathe
you and I could make
magic behind out tounges
you judge my penmanship
behind stacks of 3 year old
gummy bears and reeses
Everyone is so brave but not us
we scream sirens
I am embarassed of myself
and I am embarassed of you
your clumsy steps when you come around
like a protest song
you are not my kind
white trash with a shiny venier
perhaps we could be in love someday
a mess of weeds
with lips like a serpent
slither past me and I get
those old feelings again
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