Mar 15, 2006 14:16
1. you are hurting my hand and feel like a tiny piece of wood or perhaps plastic. you are possibly an infection. you are the near my band-aid.
2. you are so blue, and you are the window to my soul. you go so slow, and yet you go so good. sometimes you need a jumpstart, but you always jumpstart my heart. you are expired, but so am i. and we will meet again when i find the papers.
3.you are a collection of all the memories, and some are so painful. you remember things that i don't, because you held your diligant watch over the happenings and never judged. you waited patiently for someone to ask for more of you, and never denied your services, like a best friend, or a mother. your memory holds the key to many unanswered questions: who's shirt is that? who are you? where was i? what did i do? do i have the HIV? what's that stain? and so many more. but answer me this: will you always love me?
4. you pillow my head when i am sleepy at the store. you bear down on her like two heavy jugs of contempt, and yet you are all that is woman.
5. you are the release after the tension. you are the time to reflect on the days events. you are calming coma of pleasure, followed by the clean up and eventual liquidation of all that has gone wrong.
6. you are becoming more and more annoying.