It isn't going to be
hearts and flowers
or moons and stars
It isn't going to be
sweet and gentle
or wistful and romantic

      no

It's going to be
a starving woman
gobbling to survive
It's going to be
a withered desert
drinking in a rainstorm
It's going to rock
with violent desperation
It's going to be
grasping and clutching
savage and primal
It's going to be
me shattering you
It's going to be
you shattering me

06/04/2002

Posted on 06/04/2002
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