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Observations of a Quixotic Femme Noire
__One Percent - 1%__
Warrior-woman; a Valkyrie. I'll always be yours. Always...and never. ![]() Are You HOT or NOT? ![]() ![]() ARCHIVES 04.2001 05.2001 06.2001 07.2001 08.2001 09.2001 10.2001 11.2001 12.2001 01.2002 03.2002 04.2002 05.2002 06.2002 07.2002 08.2002 09.2002 11.2002 01.2003 03.2003 04.2003 05.2003 08.2003 03.2004 04.2004 05.2004 07.2004 11.2004 12.2004 01.2005 02.2005 03.2005 04.2005 05.2005 06.2005 07.2005 08.2005 09.2005 10.2005 11.2005 12.2005 01.2006 02.2006 04.2006 05.2006 10.2006 11.2006 01.2007 02.2007 06.2007 07.2007 08.2007 11.2007 12.2007 05.2008 09.2008 10.2008 11.2008 |
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
And I'm exhausted So tired Try to sleep in a rigid bed all it does it hurt My back, my shoulders, my skin But my brain is flying toyou of you I am with you I want to be I really want to be I'm so tired Trying to breathe life Into something that kollaapsed into itself No matter how I try to build To find a way To make it work I'm am fought This I cannot endure No longer My patience is losing My mind is aching I've worn the brokensmile It doesn't suit `Cause I am the Queen of Spades and I have the card to prove't No not whisked away by happenstance But by a more than lucky chance I'm glad you got to see me dance And I still will All through your soul And lift you up I see your goal And I want to know them all I'm tired of waiting Making do I've already paid My fucking dues How long does One stay In a *beautiful* cage That they have made? And I'm still tired So Exhausted The bed feels so taut At least the sheets were fairly fresh And I'm sat here at this desk Simmering, smoldering, needing and really wanting you holla@me
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