Wednesday, April 23, 2008
I'd be Fine...Even If...
That I’d still be…. I was mostly alright Even when I’m not I’ve got curves Of a shapely goddess of love But I am fine When I’m in my bed And my breast feels flat In my heavy chest My luscious arch Looks melted in my bedspread My endless stare at nothing Feels an impression of no difference Between my bed and my ceiling They both seem flat and empty And so is my identity But I feel I am just fine I’ve proven my worth on and off stage There are trophies and plaques To speak that my sanity is...
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