Sat, 29 November 2008 
my mind spins unable to empty itself of you
i was born without skin you say standing in the doorwary contemplating the rain remembering yourself an altar boy among candles gregorian chants & the strange sad music of the homeland you left at 19 long before you met me on a bridge between the Sahel and the suburbs beneath a sky of crossed stars you pierced me with a kiss like a spear carried me to a cliff at the edge of the canyon and then you flew -- a naked peregrine against a sky clouded by smoke from a bridge on fire below leaving my skin burnt to ashes Ii hold in my naked hands and my mind spins unable to empty itself of you
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Thu, 27 November 2008  a man who liesa dishonest man is not a fun man he'll break your heart at every turn a dishonest man is not a fun man he'll leave you to cry and burn don't ever love a man untrue don't love a man who lies to you he'll break your heart at every turn while in the dark you cry and burn a man who lies is not your friend his love is fickle, prone to bend if he bends the truth at his whim face his lies: stay away from him save your heart for a man of gold whose word is good, whose word is true he's the man you can love 'til you're old the kind of man who won't betray you don't ever love a man untrue don't love a man who lies to you he'll break your heart at every turn leaving you to cry and burn (c)2008 Binnings ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Comments[0] |
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