Saturday, April 23, 2005
Too peaceful
it's too darn-peaceful to be a poet I've returned my calls met my obligations, the well runs dry when it comes down to it I need some drama I need some heat some kissing and hugging a bit of spicing up to get me going when it gets to the core the essence the root of my soul I need a muse to shake things up to aggravate me make me laugh make me cry make me come please to show up on time for the show. when it comes down to it... damn pride stands in the way yours not mine or I would like to think...
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