Posted by jackie joy at 6:50pm Nov 3 '05Send Private Message
| Creativity - average rating: 4.57 (rated 7 times) |
| Fifteen hundred miles on a dusty odometer, wind screaming, North Carolina singing a siren's lusty song. And you're there at the end of a dirty road, and I'm here at the top of a hill eyes absorbing, compass spinning, (thinking thoughts of jill) I think I can love you, I said, I think I do love you. now I think something's wrong. 'Cause you're there at the end of a dirty road smelling all Sweet and Sex and Gin and I'm here at the top of a mountain looking all Hard and Dead and Grim. She's calling me, purring in my ear all There and Hot and Now I think I can love you, I know I can love you, (then why am I here with her?) 'cause you're there, cold, on the dirty road smelling all drugged and done and gone-- building your walls of no and alone I think I can love you, I know I can love you, but you're happier weighted with stones. |