Her tear-stained ambitions grated
Like novacane on a summer's day
Will you talk for just one minute?
I have nothing more to say.
Emphatic as a sea breeze
Chilling as the moon
A haze to faze the iron willed
A weakness turned to boon.
I am all you will ever become
Why can't you see I have you at heart?
You cannot care
I cannot bear
To let you ruin me any more
When even the heavens call.
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
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