My85StangGT
11-12-2004, 10:44 AM
i feel pregnant with my voice...and this deep flower secret...
and i don't know how long it needs to rest...
but i'm sure that i'm going to have
to tell you are the only one...
who can understand my month...
and language...
and blood...
that spins so pure... and runs so real...
it'll be the death of me i'm sure...
and i won't try to hide it anymore...
and i can't deny it...so be sure you've got you're guts...
and i'll be sure i've got my shoes and sheets and lips and cups...
and all the words that make me kneel...
all the things that make me feel...
and where the poets come is no secret to me...
but the place this focus takes me...
and pulls me...and spreads my breath is like
nowhere else i've been...
and i'm not so sure... that being sure...
only happens in such pulse of pounding senses
and you go...but i can see now...
that i've always had it coming
and i've never be anything but more to you
and you've been nothing but it all to me...
the sky darkens and the clouds melt....
and the buzz....rattles the blanket
and lifts the hope...and brings security...
the five step clock hand movement doesn't scare me
what we share is...what we both were born with
never awakened...but never asleep...it lurked
in the corner of the soul...wait and watching...
until one manifested itself...and opened the door...
you've been nothing but all i've lived for
and i don't know how long it needs to rest...
but i'm sure that i'm going to have
to tell you are the only one...
who can understand my month...
and language...
and blood...
that spins so pure... and runs so real...
it'll be the death of me i'm sure...
and i won't try to hide it anymore...
and i can't deny it...so be sure you've got you're guts...
and i'll be sure i've got my shoes and sheets and lips and cups...
and all the words that make me kneel...
all the things that make me feel...
and where the poets come is no secret to me...
but the place this focus takes me...
and pulls me...and spreads my breath is like
nowhere else i've been...
and i'm not so sure... that being sure...
only happens in such pulse of pounding senses
and you go...but i can see now...
that i've always had it coming
and i've never be anything but more to you
and you've been nothing but it all to me...
the sky darkens and the clouds melt....
and the buzz....rattles the blanket
and lifts the hope...and brings security...
the five step clock hand movement doesn't scare me
what we share is...what we both were born with
never awakened...but never asleep...it lurked
in the corner of the soul...wait and watching...
until one manifested itself...and opened the door...
you've been nothing but all i've lived for