Tuesday, May 12, 2009

near submission

Maybe I'm just a free bird
to fly on my own
love can be had
and so can a home

I'm hurting
I'm liberated
I'm out of fight
I see sedation

he pissed me off
to the core
and he keeps looking
for more

i don't want to trust
i just want to be
I'm confused
but i want to start healing

i want to be promiscuous
with my mind
i want to be silly
and crazy

i see the trees now
i can smell the breeze
i want to dance by the fire
and in the sand by the sea.

i want to clean my spirit
brush the ol' girl off
I want these things
so bad i can taste it

and he responds now

.... but now I'm tired

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