I love you
like the day is long
And the days around here
are pretty fucking long and restless
And they are
hot and humid
You can swim through the moisture in the air
And my if pain was a particle of condensation resting on
your skin then I would make rain
I would make floods that put the oceans to shame
And if my shame could be adequately transformed to words
I'd be a Shakespearian masterpiece
But I am an inanimate object masquerading as a girl
As a living thing that feels and breaths
And loves like the day is long
Feels shame that is thicker than blood
Blood that does not coarse through veins
But kept flowing by you at a deathfully slow rate
And this thing...
This thing that lingers over me
It never goes away
And it's for you
Copyright 2005 WhiteHorse
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