Zennie
Bluelighter
well, i'm stoned and i basically put my pen to the page and this is what came out. i kind of like it, but then i'm still high.
Crookedly i write, wondering what dreams are aflot in my head. Speakers, bodies, skipping in puddles to the beat of my heart. I often wonder who will be alone at the end, cold, damp and used up. Do i? can i be? that one. she once was loved, bundled up in sheets and kissed until the sun came up. can you be her? spoken your words are lies. the water skimming down cheeks, soft kisses against cool skin....
[This message has been edited by Zennie (edited 03 October 2000).]
[This message has been edited by Zennie (edited 03 October 2000).]

Crookedly i write, wondering what dreams are aflot in my head. Speakers, bodies, skipping in puddles to the beat of my heart. I often wonder who will be alone at the end, cold, damp and used up. Do i? can i be? that one. she once was loved, bundled up in sheets and kissed until the sun came up. can you be her? spoken your words are lies. the water skimming down cheeks, soft kisses against cool skin....
[This message has been edited by Zennie (edited 03 October 2000).]
[This message has been edited by Zennie (edited 03 October 2000).]