Ill: Kkc
98 RADIANT AND BLUE
Here I lie all radiant and tiredcompletely off my head
but safely wired
with thoughts of you
haunting me like always
Or is it something else
there might be some confusion
between the grace of you
and some teenager delusion
There might also be distance
or just so long since I was jumped
so delicately roughed up
so exploitiantly pumped
But why should I be bothered
in such a nicely wasted state
I'll soon be up and on my feet
I know these tricks
for good retreats
as knocking on your gate
If only I could find you...
I know I will someday
Poetry by PapaFahr
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Written on 2009-02-12 at 23:01
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Kathy Lockhart |
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