| And if you're too easy, too soft, too sweet.... |


Fool's errandI am attracted to broken glass shattered crystal reflecting back the energy of what could have been- what once had been - brilliance.Fool's errand
I'll be a martyr to this cause though I know at best it is a lost one and at worst I will end up as a thousand bits of blackened coal consumed in a blaze that was far too hot to consume me whole.
I love the fool's errand that brings me begging at your door. Hey Jude- won't you bring me that super glue?


Late nightLate nightLate night
(too bad when you wake up, you wont remember any of it)
When the sun creeps up the stairs Backwards slanting like a McCall's page from 1929; When it slides past the doormat And slinks over the sill, A small line of light tiptoes across the floor Over my blanket And onto your face. It dances White and gold Over eyelashes On top of lips And in the half empty bottle lying sideways next to you on the floor.
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Kelbel
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