Stirring the pot of mixed feelings
surrounded by evocative fragrances
they lasso me, tie me down in memories
some beautiful, some mixed with regrets
So bring me your scalp to kiss or pierce
as the scales go back and forth
however, these shifts from hatred to love
don't even fit my sketchy portrait of you
Why then remember what can be forgotten?
You grew big with me, but may be small
a David masked as Goliath, and brave
as both, but in reality something else
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-07-09 17:02:20
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