Brain fart
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Off the cuff little ones...
The sliver of warm skin
Between your top and your trousers
Mental fingers
Want to touch it
Londoners have the same pallid complexion
In different shades
Like sweaty cheese
On the tube
Plastic jelly tot chairs
Can you love here?
Feeling is grimy/dirty
I'm as lovable as a petrol station. ¶ 4:17 pm 1 comments
Between your top and your trousers
Mental fingers
Want to touch it
Londoners have the same pallid complexion
In different shades
Like sweaty cheese
On the tube
Plastic jelly tot chairs
Can you love here?
Feeling is grimy/dirty
I'm as lovable as a petrol station. ¶ 4:17 pm 1 comments
Thursday, April 13, 2006
New one...
You still text me when I think of you.
Funny how old connections die hard.
You have to get over me
Or I’ll be washing your smell off again.
If I could keep it locked up I would, your scent
But each time I’d open it
A bit would leak out
Become dilute
I’d have to be good
Keep it locked. ¶ 12:22 am 4 comments
Funny how old connections die hard.
You have to get over me
Or I’ll be washing your smell off again.
If I could keep it locked up I would, your scent
But each time I’d open it
A bit would leak out
Become dilute
I’d have to be good
Keep it locked. ¶ 12:22 am 4 comments
