1/20/05
you came to me (again) last night
as perfect as you always were yet with the exact same flaws.
I followed you in the rain and we were both wet and longing and desperate to get out.
You asked to see me again.
I tried not to notice the resemblance you bear to to another that walked away with what you now hold.
Did I see you?
Was I dreaming?
I know not of your place, nor of your time and certainly not of your heart
yet there you were.
clap your hands, y'all
it's alright...
(sing, mommy...)
your love is my love, and my love is your love
it would take an eternity to break us-
and the chains of Amistad couldn't hold us
if you're with me baby, c'mon
if you're with me baby, c'mon
my looooove!
Whitney "Crack Is Whack" Houston-Brown
Posted by: J. Garcia (a.k.a SmutPeddler) | February 09, 2005 at 11:06 PM
"Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep.
Then I dream of her
Behind the wall of sleep."
"Behind the Wall of Sleep," The Smithereens
Posted by: Tim1965 | February 07, 2005 at 06:58 PM
Hm.
Posted by: Chris Kay | February 07, 2005 at 02:05 AM