whiterabbit
Knowflake Posts: 657
From: all over the place
Registered: Aug 2004
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posted August 08, 2005 07:35 PM
 
title borrowed from 2 Depeche Mode songsa question of lust, a question of time
it's been years and years,
it's been an hour or so.
sit here girl, sit here on my bed, you sigh and blink so cold but sweet,
I don't care for you like that,
but I care for you
it's been a month or so
it's been months and months
do you remember walking down the street like we knew we would end up in this place?
do you want to leave this place?
I don't know what anybody wants from me.
if I waited, would you come outside?
would you open the door like a lusty actress or would you be real?
I want him so bad.
so "bad"
two girls. two women. two girls.
no.
one.
why is she here, who is she now?
should I stay, leave? does she care?
I'm going to walk past like nothing happened, won't even look that way, thank God my sunglasses are big and dark,
oh no, I turned around.
I can't rid myself of her.
I can't rid myself of him.
She can't leave.
I can't come.
he's a..
she's so strong
where did I
how-
who is..
come here..
did he call?
should I call her?
when was the last time you..
I just want to get..
f*ck
f*ck me
I want you
to
f*ck me
I want you-
I want you to...
what does he want?
listen-
ok..
I'm so ______ tonight/today/tomorrow/now/here/with you/lately/since you left/since you came/since I left/since we talked/when I ask myself things like that.
what did you say?
I said-
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