Take a skinny dip into the warm psyche. Have a dialog with the strung-out ego. Categorize a few mental meanderings. Enjoy some rhymes if you've got the time. Feel free to leave some confessions of your own.
Friday, October 5, 2007
A few beats more
Oh what use is the heart? Is it only there to hold you in paralysis? A giant beating thing that aches like when you've smoke to many cigarettes, or ran a mile down an unknown road. The heart brings you the ache so you know what is good, and what is sad. It brings on the emotion of caution, if you can describe caution. It makes you cry at a funeral, and sing out loud. It helps you tell the one you care about that they are the only one for you, and it will not rest till you lay helpless in their arms.
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