Dream
He wanted to kill me and I couldn't help to love him all the more for it. Always he carried the hatchet as a reminder of a simple, swift move he could make and remove my head. He carried Oliva Newton John with him like the devil on his shoulder. To increase his rage she would sing a very muffled version of "Physical". I would wonder if he had ever noticed her there.
Once I decided to escape it led me to the conclusion that it wasn't a love for him that I owned. It was the soft meadows within the forest of Sweet Acacia trees that I would not have found had I not been on the run.
Once I decided to escape it led me to the conclusion that it wasn't a love for him that I owned. It was the soft meadows within the forest of Sweet Acacia trees that I would not have found had I not been on the run.