Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Honey

If I could make you feel one thing,
It would be my heart palpitations.
So you can feel my troubles
And know that, despite
My blank facial expressions,
Something does reside within.

You are my fifteen inches of rain.
You always come just in time
To cleanse away the despisal.
 
I'm not desperate for most things.

I'm desperate for some things.

September 24, 2004


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