the midnight train still runs and hairs not dry yet
sandy said if he hits you once he will hit you again
but love is love and a kick is a kiss and better that none
can i still really love the man?
yes. yes i can
a weakness is a motion and a motion is me
can you feel the bathtub water run? desperately free
a candles flicker, or maybe it doesn't
he's a mad man and i'm a girl searching for sanity
imagine the world he creates and the pain he endures
like a dove at flight or a girl broken on the floor
the best i can still isn't good enough for him
sandy said i'm insane, but so is she
she doesn't know my rhythm original state
he saved me before he knew it was too late
YOU ARE READING
man machine
Poetryhe's a man, and he always will be leader of the pride, leather of most motions.
