Horselove

Dec 17, 2007 01:54

One day it's H.I.V. another day it's Cancer between wanting to be alone or wearing my heart on a short sleeve coat tailored to temper laughter.
It's the Harpo in me to redeem silence in my facial expression when I wanted to talk to you instead I wrote more of my intentions.

You said you like the fact I come alone to the pub and write
and I suppose I could take that as a complimentary subtle approach.
my disparity from a distance
if you would ask I wouldn't admit this, this do almost anything for some arms to hold me in a when I get a sore throat and think it's cancer again

Tell me what symptoms I don't have and how I could play off a tracheotomy like lip sync while someone sings my lyrics or a character that never speaks
She could be the horse I fell in love with and I can bring out the Harpo in me
all I would need is a bicycle horn and you to speak for me
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