By jwb71913
Date: 2003 Feb 23
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[[2003.02.23.00.42.24076]]

Damaged goods

What a blast, putting faces to names
Having a drink or two, feeling alive again
Feeling attractive, and sexy, and fun
Too bad the baggage had to come along

I was on, I was strong, and I really liked her
We'd 'known' each other almost forever, in cyber terms
She made very clear, up front, that she was sleeping alone
And I agreed, because I knew much better than she did

Her voice took my breath away, her soft
touch when I was favored with it was so exciting
She asked me to follow her to the motel, but a
traffic jam caused me to go ahead.

Waiting, I thought of another, the one whose
Touch I've missed, and I looked in the mirror
And saw the damaged goods, knowing that what ever I
could give would be fleeting, and meaningless, and cheap

I kissed her in the parking lot, and felt
A promise? An omen of what might be, if I can shake
You off for just a little while, and not feel
Like a package returned for excessive damage

So I sleep alone, a self fulfilling prophecy, and because I should