Post by Steve on Sept 29, 2005 5:19:01 GMT -5
Give a smile won't you? to burn trees
I want to be the lettuce caught between your teeth young girl showing me off everytime there was a smile spend my time being caressed by a tongue but the tiny piece caught so sweetly is the only thing left after a hunger and i begin to wonder how satisfying i was if it was worth the energy expelled by you would you eat me again should you become hungry would you search for a new diet cause as much as i need to deny it i would break my stalks and silence personal talks all to see you hold that rose and smile that honestly forever...
Something seemed strange in the reaction her breath became winter and raped his nude body something seemed strange but my index slipped like an invalid on a frozen puddle.
mr man behind the desk typing your words and organizing your 'files' can you show me how to tame a shrew with nothing but a smile and a twitch can you deny the fact that walking backwards is more thrilling than your usual gait to witness a young girl's fingers grip the lips of a lilac tree and kiss its scent or the middle-aged widower that took to obsessive habbits nearly as soon as he left the cemetery (perhaps it was within because he counted the stones on exit fingering each roughly in the exact spot)
mr man can you tell me why i am losing my mind can you explain to me the reason i can whisper sweet nothings of beauty into anyone's ears tell each one of these sophisticated skeletons escaped from a large closet what they want to hear mr man i convince myself that with this knowledge i will be fine mr man here is your payment mr man here are your tears here are your tears mr man may you thirst no longer forever.....
Something strange confusable like the radiating embers of a cigarette and the fading brakelight of an `83 Omni
i now ask you friend on the wall sometimes too short at times too tall is it bad to walk down the same road twice is it bad when on the same road you kick a stone from when travelled before and why is there no one following me but a whistle of a breeze that smoothes away every last one of my footprints is that why they cannot find me why am i so alone though an angel sleeps beside me four nights of the week are you angered when i set the trees on fire but i can't put out the fire without buying a horse no i can't put out the fire now but here is your peace of mind No i know we can't burn trees anymore forever......
I want to be the lettuce caught between your teeth young girl showing me off everytime there was a smile spend my time being caressed by a tongue but the tiny piece caught so sweetly is the only thing left after a hunger and i begin to wonder how satisfying i was if it was worth the energy expelled by you would you eat me again should you become hungry would you search for a new diet cause as much as i need to deny it i would break my stalks and silence personal talks all to see you hold that rose and smile that honestly forever...
Something seemed strange in the reaction her breath became winter and raped his nude body something seemed strange but my index slipped like an invalid on a frozen puddle.
mr man behind the desk typing your words and organizing your 'files' can you show me how to tame a shrew with nothing but a smile and a twitch can you deny the fact that walking backwards is more thrilling than your usual gait to witness a young girl's fingers grip the lips of a lilac tree and kiss its scent or the middle-aged widower that took to obsessive habbits nearly as soon as he left the cemetery (perhaps it was within because he counted the stones on exit fingering each roughly in the exact spot)
mr man can you tell me why i am losing my mind can you explain to me the reason i can whisper sweet nothings of beauty into anyone's ears tell each one of these sophisticated skeletons escaped from a large closet what they want to hear mr man i convince myself that with this knowledge i will be fine mr man here is your payment mr man here are your tears here are your tears mr man may you thirst no longer forever.....
Something strange confusable like the radiating embers of a cigarette and the fading brakelight of an `83 Omni
i now ask you friend on the wall sometimes too short at times too tall is it bad to walk down the same road twice is it bad when on the same road you kick a stone from when travelled before and why is there no one following me but a whistle of a breeze that smoothes away every last one of my footprints is that why they cannot find me why am i so alone though an angel sleeps beside me four nights of the week are you angered when i set the trees on fire but i can't put out the fire without buying a horse no i can't put out the fire now but here is your peace of mind No i know we can't burn trees anymore forever......