Sunday, November 30, 2008

We're desperate -- Get used to it.

you should be here to give me,
hold me as I long to 
be tied up and
filling every inch of my 
body with it.
that or fill my belly with
and hide under a veil of bubbles
I want to kiss kiss and become
in the songs that saved my life fifteen years prior.
longing to be touched until I am bruised so 
I turn the sound off
and ignore my calls.

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