Tuesday, June 5, 2012


Nothing is straightforward, nothing is easy.
What you want is always guarded,
What you need is always delayed.
Spinning like the world on a backwards axis,
You spew more bile while I choke on acidophilus.
Promise to remember, promise to hold close…
Promise, promise, promise.
Never forget, etch it in your skin,
Just a murky memory, guiding everything.

I cover my skin with your mud,
Gonna cleanse my soul with your oil.

Just a girl in a broken toy shop,
Gotta pick a new toy,
When this one stops,
I’ll wind up another boy.

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