14 February 2004

valentine date ballade (repost)

retyped with love from here

I spent lover's day in the nut house, babe.
But I spent it thinking of you.
In between the razor blades crusted with rusty dew.
Tsunami thoughts of dreary spots begin to take hold of me.

Ah, I spent lover's eve in the nut house, babe.
But I spent it thinking of you.
Betwixt the bites of painted alabaster custard,
And stretchy vegetable stew.

Of course in your arms I'd rather.
Then accompanied by meds consuming my liver.
The more I am fed, the more it is said, that I shall get better and better and better.
But at this rate, without debate, I shall be unsated without your love post haste.

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we had it all, love, even if for a very short while.

love,
your lark