| Haunted Enwrapped in the tragic world she screamed on the writhing floor. Feel like an unholy mother. Reveling in delightful prose of the past Where her joys were dry and it always rained. It's not about love lost. Love was never gained. She's inside me still, but I am more than she And she is less than you. You mean more to me Than the endless dream. (You're stealing my soul.) Unsnapped we write these words down Knowing that it's dead and gone. Need to be more than used. Dedicated to the way it was before. When days were blank and memories folded wrong. We're new to the vastness of the space we waited on. She's inside me still, but I am more than she And she is less than you. You mean more to me Than the endless dream. (You're stealing my soul.) Strapped to the bed she made me want to come back for more. See that her eyes are mine. Looking at the end of symbolic time which makes me rise and open my lips, Say the words that I now find and finally loose the grips. She's inside me still, but I am more than she And she is less than you. You mean more to me Than the endless dream. �2001 Christa Midcap |
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