It is not a thing for me, To be desired so, With a strict consistency, Im found and held, And known, For moments by the fastest hand, On a face, appendaged three, Ticking, ticking, ticking, So, As fast as my heart beats, Beneath a cage of rib bones, Beneath a skin so smooth, A prison for this love I have, A place thats seldom moved, Because Its not a thing for me, To be desired so, The only strict consistency, Is that They Love Then Go.
Posted on: Thu, 10 Apr 2014 06:08:06 +0000