asking the sand about grass
Apr 26, 2019 22:27:14 GMT -6
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Post by moseley on Apr 26, 2019 22:27:14 GMT -6
all I need is love and more
and something else
a cure for this fever
and a new fever when it ends
and forgiveness for wanting
as if having is somehow ownership
if ownership is possible
I don't have myself, gave that up for love
and love cannot hold me
but I sure call hugs love
love won't clean or feed me
but reread above and it repeats
I only cowash, and my hair likes it
I need something that only a vulgar word
points at and yet it is not vulgar
to me, butterfly and bee and hummingbird
a little pollen, nectar water and color
words were never meant for this
Shakespeare is not an efficient time steward
he is a lost boy, yeah, that's right
his stage is my stage is your stage
there is no Neverland, turn the page
all I need is something better than worship
sometimes I get it, just right
instead of seeing them wrong
I get to see myself
and in a way more honest than my deception
and I don't apologize to me for it
for once I am glad
and sometimes I am lucky what might be love
better than love, oh more than love
happens to me, by me, for
despite me,
sometimes I have been very starved
for having walked cake 100 miles
and never thinking
"hey, who's gonna eat this cake?"
as if walking is reward enough
I would walk 100 miles to eat cake
damn the diabetes, forget the Wheaties
there is no point sometimes
neither on or in my head
sometimes, though, there is cake
and many times, it is moist
and most times, does not taste shitty
and something else
a cure for this fever
and a new fever when it ends
and forgiveness for wanting
as if having is somehow ownership
if ownership is possible
I don't have myself, gave that up for love
and love cannot hold me
but I sure call hugs love
love won't clean or feed me
but reread above and it repeats
I only cowash, and my hair likes it
I need something that only a vulgar word
points at and yet it is not vulgar
to me, butterfly and bee and hummingbird
a little pollen, nectar water and color
words were never meant for this
Shakespeare is not an efficient time steward
he is a lost boy, yeah, that's right
his stage is my stage is your stage
there is no Neverland, turn the page
all I need is something better than worship
sometimes I get it, just right
instead of seeing them wrong
I get to see myself
and in a way more honest than my deception
and I don't apologize to me for it
for once I am glad
and sometimes I am lucky what might be love
better than love, oh more than love
happens to me, by me, for
despite me,
sometimes I have been very starved
for having walked cake 100 miles
and never thinking
"hey, who's gonna eat this cake?"
as if walking is reward enough
I would walk 100 miles to eat cake
damn the diabetes, forget the Wheaties
there is no point sometimes
neither on or in my head
sometimes, though, there is cake
and many times, it is moist
and most times, does not taste shitty
