When do you turn to the gift at hand
the antique beat
******, no pain
the ache is gone
mind won't drift
heavy breathing cat
work was wonderful
friends connections
she wants a new lover
i don't want anything
who draws lines
who counts the hands i hold
who dares restrict me
who can tell me not to live for another
i can be in love
make love
give love
share love
they don't have to be the same person
that doesn't make me promiscuous
I am in love with someone
I want someone
and I love someone
Who can be me?
Not you
