"you are my burton baby".
she said. with a grin.
"you see.."
she said. letting me in.
"your hair, it's baby weight,
full but not thick." [not sin]
(an odd confession on a first date)
i thought, with a little kick.
"and your ribs. so high.
are warm like a radiator.
your body definitly out of line"
she sang without mutter.
"your hips are raised
much like your frown,
never a dazed look upon
that arguementative scowl."
"these are mine"
she said gayly
"your electric eyes are sown to me
all of this."
frock and frown.
you are my oddly matched,
radiator rib girlfriend.
my burton baby"
she said. with a grin.
"you see.."
she said. letting me in.
"your hair, it's baby weight,
full but not thick." [not sin]
(an odd confession on a first date)
i thought, with a little kick.
"and your ribs. so high.
are warm like a radiator.
your body definitly out of line"
she sang without mutter.
"your hips are raised
much like your frown,
never a dazed look upon
that arguementative scowl."
"these are mine"
she said gayly
"your electric eyes are sown to me
all of this."
frock and frown.
you are my oddly matched,
radiator rib girlfriend.
my burton baby"
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but in reality I "finished" the draft because i couldn't go on writing. It took a toll emotionally to write out a lot of things i keep inside over the years. So I wrote out an ending, but it wasn't really over.
so now i spend my time doing stuff here and there, waiting to summon my strenght back and courage to open up again.
I think you can totally understand this.