Sunday, 5 September 2010

Silver Shoes

Never hated anything more than WET TOES. Never loved anything more than WARM TOAST.

So I'm defying myself by defining myself.

I've been thinking in prose, singing in poetry.

You're my only release.

I want you there when I'm numbly watching TV.
I want you there when I have the wind in my hair.
I know I want you there.

It's not nice to know what you want and not let yourself have it.
I have serious superego problems I don't know how to deal with.
I've made up my mind and for once I'm sure.
I've made up my mind I can't want more.

It's hard to want something so much and not be able to fight for it.
I'm so used to not getting what I want I sometimes think I've just made peace with what I have.
Happiness is somewhere I decided to go cos I've been everywhere else before.

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