I wanted a girl
instead i told her to run
she stared at me with sweet lips
"what do you feel?"

nothing but my sarcastic quips
answer her earnest questions

i want her
as light and easy and delicate
as i can hold a butterfly

maybe i open my hands
maybe she flys away


instead i tell her to run

08/16/2007

Posted on 08/16/2007
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