i want to be liked
no, i want to be more than just "liked"
i want people to say, "that (brian rogers) is a great guy!"
and when people are at parties, i want them to look for me, and when i finally arrive, i want them to say, "here comes good ol' (brian rogers)...now everything will be alright!"
i want to be a special person..i want to be needed..it's kinda hard to explain...
do you understand? i mean, do you know what i'm talking about?
sure, i understand perfectly..
well?
forget i! five cents please!
(with apologies to charles schultz)
no, i want to be more than just "liked"
i want people to say, "that (brian rogers) is a great guy!"
and when people are at parties, i want them to look for me, and when i finally arrive, i want them to say, "here comes good ol' (brian rogers)...now everything will be alright!"
i want to be a special person..i want to be needed..it's kinda hard to explain...
do you understand? i mean, do you know what i'm talking about?
sure, i understand perfectly..
well?
forget i! five cents please!
(with apologies to charles schultz)
jora33
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Brian
My disguise melts,
burned away by fire from his eyes.
The passion I feel
tears me down to my base form.
He picks up the shards
and runs his tongue along each part,
tasting me.
Slowly, one by one, he penetrates himself
with pieces of my sharp soul.
With every entry, as we connect,
a note of my pain screams,
creating a symphony.
My blood boils.
Deafening joy and understanding,
unexpected and unfamiliar,
who consumes who
as we join into one being of flesh?
Just for a moment, I am with him in body,
but in mind, I am still with him.
On my bottom lip,
I taste salt of my tears,
imagining it is the taste of his release.