Angel's wings

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Too much guilt, but too little repentence to go around.

Like a butterfly. I go wherever the flowers bloom.

To be kind to another also means to be cruel to oneself.

Your warmth,
paralyzes me.

Your tenderness,
numbs me.

Like a puppy. You're like a puppy.
Sweet, lovely puppy.

***

I wanna drink!
I wanna feel the sway in my hips,
the pout on my lips.

I wanna drink!

Woo hoo!

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