Lozi
06-15-2005, 08:49 PM
An empty, fawning child within me cries,
for processed perfection is out of reach.
the only fiend demands a perfect ten,
when all i learnt was new and life on hold.
As rosy carbon water down me drank,
my heart was pumping, though the taste was foul.
My desparation tumults down the road,
a failure, disappointment, trod me down.
And so i travel back without a man,
my mind is playing catch-me-if-you-can't.
I hug my tummy just to feel the heat,
to meet someone who'd say "it's alrite, i'm here."
...and empty, some kids baby booties in the middle of the road. still warm.
for processed perfection is out of reach.
the only fiend demands a perfect ten,
when all i learnt was new and life on hold.
As rosy carbon water down me drank,
my heart was pumping, though the taste was foul.
My desparation tumults down the road,
a failure, disappointment, trod me down.
And so i travel back without a man,
my mind is playing catch-me-if-you-can't.
I hug my tummy just to feel the heat,
to meet someone who'd say "it's alrite, i'm here."
...and empty, some kids baby booties in the middle of the road. still warm.