Secrets and Questionstell me a secret, tell me something about yourselfthings that you fear, and everything that you lovegive me little pieces, pieces i can fit togetherall the things that make you tick,and i promise to remembermaybe we'll be friends, perhaps there's room for moreand if i tell you that i'd sleep with you,would you think me a whore?it doesn't make a difference really,or change the way i feeljust tell me your fantasy baby,whisper me something realask me all these questions,though i think you know what i'll saygiving you my little white lies,but i feel you stripping them awayseeing me for what i am,every lit
liquid to crystallineI met a droplet of blood last night, falling from the seeds of a neutron starand I got her name and number before she evaporated in the snowfallshe was a dark pearl made in the mouth ofa sleeping oyster whose tongue made of metal strings had snapped from all of her tossing and turning from a nightmare the same motion tortured motions that started the the beating of her heart
She most be so special.. My granma's house was that.. but she is dead now so i cant show ppl how special it was.. I could walk around there forevva.. just watching her stuff and smile..
but.. hmm i do know where some of the stuff ended up..