-Over and over and over-


I have a sweet surprise for your eyes.
Under the covers of darkness at night,
I have a disguise. I’m sensationalized.

I can roll over. Play dead. And BEG.

I can pee on your leg.

I can try to fight against this instinct inside
to bite at your throat.
I can dive into my surmise.
Palpitating hope.

I can roll over and over like Rover.

I am your lover… wait… no
I was just some other…
Individual of interest
Worth at least investing
3 and ½ months into?

Take me off of the fire.
Dinner to aspire to.
Truth left some place on the wire.
I am unable to uncover you.

Help me God.

A lot of this   is… Bull Shit.
Am I really suppose to just… let it be?
Or are you trying to make me see…
That I need to step in?

Wait… no… what’s all this mean?
I need to begin beginning again?
In the paint of what colors a dream…
I sleep awake with our memories within.

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--Last edited by MeCh on 2007-03-07 23:45:20 --

*Eyebrows raise.*Fantastically bitter.I like the pee on your leg line too. If i thought it would amend things,i would let you.I won't correct your thoughts on me bacuase after all you feel as though you never got to peek inside of anything real while we were.you be the critic of that. That is the essence of the taste i have left you with.And truly there is a new degree of winter inside that i thought would defeat itself somewhere in between the tock and tick of sharing your head...and your bed. That did'nt. Soak in the summertime. Eat waffles. Be happy.I must be stupid.