Jesus
By mark_yelland-brown
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
- 867 reads
I'm drifting like one big balloon,
but I'm still attatched to you.
Today I was wearing red everywhere,
for danger,
for sexual frustration.
I was dodging your glances,
not wanting to know your eyes,
were on mine.
It's fine,
you knowing me through and through,
but not always for me.
I can feel opressed by your `holiness`
When I want to sink and fall,
by my own design,
why do you always,
feel the need to stay with me?
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