light feathery wings to skim
rather than dive in
eating up lusty blue
no time to think or do
what should be thought and done
there are vibrant seas to be won
crushes to be invoked
bleeding hearts to be soaked
and then left to hang out and dry
time to sing a soft good-bye
"it's a shame i have to fly
didn't i say it was all a lie?
the way i drew you into me
unlocked then threw away the key
far away from your desperate grasp
you needn't have had to ask
'cause when it comes all down to it
it's simply just a load of..."

i'm sorry we're you speaking to me?

11/08/2005

Author's Note: thank you to my ever so loving boyfriend for his devotion to accuracy

Posted on 11/08/2005
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