sum, restraint
had my
heart go
1,000 miles a minute
i don't know
i can't stop it
me, i tell you every thing
every little which why
my heart palpitates and
i can't control it
and i know the heart is self-sufficient
why then am i gasping for air
can't quite hold my heartbeat
still?
had my
hope floating
you keep asking i
keep answering yes
it's just all about our
happiness
the wounds we bless
you are my
myth, my guardian angel
keeping all my hearts' desires
warm with your words
until i take hold
or, even, if.
your worlds spinning
like 100,000 fireflies
my mouth, my eyes
wide open
agape and, or,
laughing
how does this work
can't
quite call it cruel 'cause you're
the angel in this picture
soft unwitting
savior in my strange anti-apocalypse
gabriel sent
no precedent
dear how i would
take the fondest care of you
but, home is empty
walls are loveless,
cats wandering in at all hours of the night
and i've nothing to feed them
no color and no sweets for you
no bonafide playtoys and
no ground turkey meat no
sips of milk, no cheese
just this soft, quivering quiet
and emaciated
mouse.
-be
4 13 03
had my
heart go
1,000 miles a minute
i don't know
i can't stop it
me, i tell you every thing
every little which why
my heart palpitates and
i can't control it
and i know the heart is self-sufficient
why then am i gasping for air
can't quite hold my heartbeat
still?
had my
hope floating
you keep asking i
keep answering yes
it's just all about our
happiness
the wounds we bless
you are my
myth, my guardian angel
keeping all my hearts' desires
warm with your words
until i take hold
or, even, if.
your worlds spinning
like 100,000 fireflies
my mouth, my eyes
wide open
agape and, or,
laughing
how does this work
can't
quite call it cruel 'cause you're
the angel in this picture
soft unwitting
savior in my strange anti-apocalypse
gabriel sent
no precedent
dear how i would
take the fondest care of you
but, home is empty
walls are loveless,
cats wandering in at all hours of the night
and i've nothing to feed them
no color and no sweets for you
no bonafide playtoys and
no ground turkey meat no
sips of milk, no cheese
just this soft, quivering quiet
and emaciated
mouse.
-be
4 13 03
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Puss.
the plush divan of your affections
and feed you turkish delite
from the hollow of my throat...