Don’t you know I would shed myself for you


Convert these eyes to violet gray like the color of a storm


Disguise my heart with a stronger mask and colder blood


I’d slough this skin and peel away the doubt that covers me


Until all that’s left is the sense of your calloused hand in mine


I’d no longer wear this hat my sentimental grandpa gave me


And I’d hide my intelligence and insight with a vacant smile


I’d trade my mother’s pearls for some stainless steel chains


Wrap myself in black and blue tattoos and billowing smoke


Scream vulgarities in a tantrum that will rattle the walls


See how this works – you’ve already made me a liar

08/19/2004

Author's Note: Taking the suggestion of Lori Johnson, I am converting this piece of "rambling" from my journal to my library.

Posted on 08/20/2004
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