Feed Me:Forty-one Experiences

bluejourneyman
bluejourneyman Posts: 421
edited July 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
What do I do,
When I love you.
Give in, beg for a reply.
Pack up, move out.
Move in.
There are mouths to feed.
My heart need nourishment.
You feed my soul.
Fuck, I don’t want to hold on,
The past is long gone.
Fuck, please don't let go.
Hold on for tomorrow.
Tomorrow never comes.
But somewhere, tomorrow will be today.
Can't you see that there's light in the dark.
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
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Grand Rapids 2006
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