Driving madness for no one,
to ruin my gentle salads,
running over the poor kids,
seeing a perfect body,
unfairly enticing,
making me want
to dance with her,
shrink her ego,
giving her room and freedom
to love.
.
Driving madness for no one,
to ruin my gentle salads,
running over the poor kids,
seeing a perfect body,
unfairly enticing,
making me want
to dance with her,
shrink her ego,
giving her room and freedom
to love.
.
Angels, Dance, Depression, Fear, Idealism, Isolation, Love, Poems, Poetry, Resistance
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#1 by Carl D'Agostino on August 26, 2012 - 8:13 am
I hate to see my kind little “somethings” ridiculed or destroyed by cruel and unappreciative people. .
to ruin my gentle salads,
#2 by Carl on September 6, 2012 - 7:27 pm
Thank you for commenting!