Mar 16, 2004 11:21
perfected charades and untamed love
awake in anxiety, asleep in comfort
laying motionless and tempted to move
afraid of what makes me hurt
irresistable eyes with matching lips,
syncopated with the rhythm
of intoxicating hips.
with everything said
i'd rather be dead
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