Ow, my pride. Sweet sixteen queen hurtling towards womanhood frisky and eager for escapes all of them exits, tunnels, heaven turn off the light I'm reading a ghost story in here my head found a limo to ride along the way real cheap and clean recommend it to a friend even odd, how gravity works it does, right? Ups and downs sexually charged until about age 67 until then let's be terribly naughty why not? Can't take lust with you where you're going can't even take life.
On my first day he never spoke My second day his lips brought forth letters Then with the third we broached words In a week there was a sentence And after a month there were conversations. Gradual steps to comfort, but strides in perception.
Wondering who he was I gathered some initiative I tried to aim it gently but i probably hit a few nerves Erratic as usual he might have regretted being hit Carful as I could be but as clumsy as I am His glass spine shattered with my slightest presence He's the vase but who could be his flowers Im not delicate I won't be able to line his rims with petals Im not poised I won't be able to color his reflection with a primary's elegance Im not rigid I won't look strong or brilliant floating in the water that his depth holds For all these reasons I shouldn't fill the bouquet his shape desires.
Wishing for the day when we would equal one The pull of numbers to the decrease of a sum Begging for a clock that provided us with the time to process love The tug of a gear syncing to the motion of the machine Praying for a reality where he would be a fixture in my future The luminosity of a memory we share sparking with the light of mutual desire.
She isn't smart she isn't very pretty but you wanted her body. The cut of her shirt the length of her shorts made you over look me. If that's what you're looking for then I'm glad you passed by I'm not that kind of girl.
I thought you were smart and, oh, so handsome but you acted immature. How your eyes undressed her the comments that you made proved you, to me, undesirable. I thought we could have something thought you wanted more than physical apparently you're not that kind of guy.
Do you remember anything from last night, It was all a blur, Maybe I did something right, But wrong is what I do best, I don't think you really know, Just how lost I am, I'm reaching for hands, But there's never anything to grasp, There's never a end.