blast from the past.
or maybe just from yesterday.
sick or maybe just sick in the head
no one knows how it feels
heaving stomachs and aching bones.
i want to rest my eyes on you.
close them around your face
keep you painted behind my eyelids.
pity in the worst form.
shame and fatigue.
youre talking about how you want it all
save some for the starved.
i smell you all around
like a daydream with special effects.
i just wish i could dream you here
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
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