pelafina

I think I've ran in circles about my heart before.
I ran in a big ten year one.
Normally its the tail wagging the dog.
And my gore in knots about the letter J, or the northern ashes...
Roses, rain, walks at night.

(Let us not forget the devil in the desert)

But I'm good.
I'm a good girl.
I took a quiz and it told me so. Forget the fact that some 19 year old
girl most likely wrote it.

Sigh.
Hey god, are you there? Its me, ghost.

I don't want to be the bride. Maybe his but not the.
I don't want to be the ex. I'm his but not always.
I don't want to be that girl. I am, I know. But I'm one of the guys.
Forget that I know better.
Forget my heavy wrist sheild.
Forget them all, and come to words.
And smoke, and coffee, and neil.

Oh neil, you have already created my dream man.
Too bad he's dream, and dead.

*n