Nov 23, 2006 03:31
My feet walk themselves to your door.
My knuckles knock the knotted wood.
I open my mouth, to tell you.
You grab my tongue between your fingers.
My eyes grew flat and wet.
Watering your sneer.
I put my foot behind me.
And you kicked the back of my knee.
Bodies begging on the carpet.
I am down and devoted.
You stood over me,
Where we wanted me to
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i love that line.
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