vrijdag 20 augustus 2010

70% of the time it works all the time



-Hello morning, heavy head little heart.-



You beg me to my bed, your hands are always everywhere. I barely know you, but apparently thats no requirement that is asked. I'm not in love with him but his focus and his enthusiasm makes me think. If I eat the meat on offer and then throw it away for the next victim. Am I just filling the painfull void with empty pleasure? Am I satisfied afterwards, or do I become greedy and want more. Can I be like them, and yet remain myself?
And he continues to beg, I go crazy. He wants what he can not get, and I say no. Maybe tomorrow, who knows. The consequences of that pleasure are big mister.

I'm just a little girl, maybe you'll have to sleep somewhere else
tonight...




...and yet I don't think I can do it, I'm too smart to crawl into bed with someone I don't find interesting. I can't touch you if I find that you don't understand who I am. I don't know, you're there but you're so empty. Ye're so normal that it disgusts me, but why should I not make fun with you.
I get stomach ache from you.

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