Tuesday, July 21, 2009

you are the flower to my cactus.

I will be edgier and blockier. We can keep playing these games and you can keep chasing me till the barb wire net tears through my soul and pins me down. You can pick me up by my broken wings and lay me on a branch to pass away in silence, like we do with the butterflies we tamper with. I will make you do things you thought could never be done, stir your passions in the wake of silence.
Someone told me you had oceans in your eyes.
I take my shell cup and drink till my lips bleed.

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