She makes the words her own seranade
and look for what she won't ever find
without reaching into her self
and dredging it from the bottom...
Look look! A butterfly! Watch it flutter by
don't try to catch it
you'll kill it in you're palm
and never again will you see it's colours.
I want to sing!
And run! And jump!
And love. I want to love
make love.
It's the answer
not sex, but love.
I want to be joyfull
I miss the feeling of knowing.
Just knowing.

07/14/2003

Posted on 07/14/2003
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