You are beautiful.
You are special.
You are the ghost of what once was.
Of what will be,
and what is now.
You are so sure, and I love seeing your humanity.
You are a teacher.
You are a preacher of freedom.
You are skin, and bones, and blood.
You are arms, and legs, and lips.
You are my sunshine.
When you wake up next to me,
I fall in love.
I pray that you won't paint yourself out of my pictures.
That your hair falls over me always,
that you will let me spend some time feeling this way before you take me.
I made promises, I swore, I said things.
But I will do things, and I will make things, and I will sing for you.
I will go to hell.
But it's worth it.
You're worth it.
Just say the words and I'll stay.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
The land of Men.
Show me what makes a man.
Show me what shakes the elephant.
Show me someone who will make me come.
Show me someone who'll make me stay.
Show me someone with courage in their heart,
someone who won't fucking run away.
But in this land,
fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
We're nothing more but fools and whores.
Show me something more.
Show me what I'm looking for.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
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