Saturday, March 25, 2006

Love Full

Don't do it this way
Don't throw words at me
Like they were gold coins
And I your whore
Don't leave me so slowly
Don't creep out of the back door
While I sleep
Wake me from this dream
And tell me that you don't want me
That you hate my snoring
That I am not the one
That it is my fault
Instead of me wondering
If I live in illusion
Or what it is I've done
Don't push me away
Like a plate of food that you’re full of
That you no longer hunger for



G. Flores

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