You do not see, and if
You are lucky,
You make it impossible for others to see as well.
You have beauty, heart
You have hands that tell the tale, maybe
You are more than the junk and the lies and inability to see.
You are smart, still, under the scars
You must work for what
You cannot smoke snort inject imbibe.
You dance with closed eyes and say
You know that expression kissed by God…
You say take the best orgasm
You ever had… multiply it by a thousand, and
You are still nowhere near it
You say I will never know.
You sing, she caught my eye, as
You walked on by
You shout, She could see from my face that I was
You don’t think that you’ll see her again.
You are sometimes prophetic.
You rarely ask, but sometimes, Are
You like me?
You gotta do more, For
You, for me. This is your time, all right?
You take it.
You wanna try, If you wanna try There’s no worse
You could do
You can’t take me anywhere, I’ll take
You anywhere, but Oh!
You can’t stand me now, No,
You can’t stand me now.
You tried to pull the wool
You take all that they’re lending
I wasn’t feeling too clever
You needed mending…
You hurt me and
You, and what
You want is no longer enough.
You call on me, God, mom, neighbors.
This is not related to the last post. I reckon a good number of you will get the references. And it is true, the hotter they are, the harder you fall… Benicio, McGregor, Bale… [Now, gonna stop watching movies about junkies for a bit.]