Tuesday, January 10, 2006
I was born slow, but picking up speed I run through
Our burnt-out streets, screaming, refusing to buy a house.
Finally, exasperated, the misunderstanding overtakes me, snatches up.
misunderstandings.
i havent spoken to you in almost two weeks.
i'm dying, desperate.
holding on to my self-denial.
exuberant. wild but yet confined
i see you walking in front of me.
my outstretched arms. cant reach you.
finely curled hair bounces with the atmosphere.
you've moved on yet once again.
im stuck, in a moment of time.
++eugenie++youre always on my mind
express yourself! {21:55}
bowler