To Boldly go...A Poem by Lady Lazarus. this is what comes from listening to grown men sing about adolsencent sexual encounters.... my bloody giddy aunt...and happy uncle.
Mela and I grew into distant lovers
though between silence things are fine her gentle paw stirs sense and arouses others clearly awoken at consciousness' smudged line Half gone really,but the elation is very clear fondle air wishing for less chill with the shine oh I was half awake and half aware stay with me til I fall asleep make me feel good like I want make me feel the smile for real this time no I wasn't really aware... to tired to despair.... i take it in good stride found lust on the tide oh I was half asleep... no... It was never really there. a want for evaporation from your gaze I dreamt you made the delusion real our feeling has to be vague and haze if not the affinity will be less than ideal step into my room and take my hand obedient and eager for your command oh I was half awake and half aware stay with me til I fall asleep make me feel good like I want make me feel the smile for real this time no I wasn't really aware... too tired to despair.... i take it in good stride found lust on the tide oh I was half asleep... no... It was never really there. This contrary girl's petals wilted passion lost luster when the boys explored skin so blue yet her face so ashen nausea within costs what I can afford hyper and sensitive oh what a mix... acceptance comes.... sour gums licked... oh I was half awake and half aware stay with me til I fall asleep make me feel good like I want make me feel the smile for real this time no I wasn't really aware... to tired to despair.... i take it in good stride found lust on the tide oh I was half asleep... no... It was never really there. yes... I was never really there. © 2010 Lady Lazarus.Author's Note
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Lady Lazarus.glasgow, United KingdomAbout'...And I picked on the whims of a thousand or more Still pursuing the path that's been buried for years All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire Can't replace or relate, can't release or .. more..Writing
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