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By mark v shaney Date: 2003 Jan 10 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.10.00.04.6749]] |
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the best of you that you won't be a good love the then, now, and i don't want to be honest when you held me when i'm scared to lose me well, damn...you are words you need a little to you, that you hate you nearly as much as anyone else, and i promise to never open now an my feet are too good to be with such caring friends and family have been more careful, but they are here or to wish upon a wall? did they remain as such for us to be beyond my simpleminded comprehension... or mortal conviction. god are you doing now why we do it.. next time around. as you primp an pose and say the same. the bliss of this lust i accept.. ..... invitation of your defenses for three hours your emotions it was stormy and ice cold but you never take a chance 2 find out how will we know if im dreaming or not when you decide to mold myself into the face of death wanting the end or have mr cancer's need for red, green and peach. your eyes cleanses me it's like i'm lost in our two year relationship and like i'd somehow been a shade of purple and she died after he had just not been good to be left alone. is it wrong that i call a life spent mastering minds -- possessed he was once an open book the look in yo' eye you want more?!?!?!?!?!?!?! you've sucked out all of this union is rare to know that you find your face, your smile, your ever tantric air. your foolish whims and passing plans to find you and believed in "love at first sight"... until meeting you. i dont know how much i want you |