North Face Petite Coats

Sore

Mom, Mom, Tell me why
boats
They run backwards
Why Sea
She cares
She spits out her mother washed

Mom, Mom
Tell me why ships
They have no desire to resume From
bitter

Draw a line
dotted
Turn eyes

Murder sensations
Newly born

To your heart bruised
To your heart murderer

You have violated your heart
Violating our newborn
You who thought blade sea
What had no desire to Mom



And I push my glasses up your feet

To to walk over
Or you fall to earth

Y always has good and bad
You who look at the world With your eyes
adolescents
You think you're a woman
even a flame
Just a girl's nothing bashful

You who rubs salt into your wound

And forget you prefer not heal
you prefer to navigate through
Of your sails hoisted upside

And you will see my mother
superficial
All words in this mess
In this orgy of gall
Whether you love so much


You'll have everything explode
blood in your womb
And we will throw these flesh
In bowl toilets
Nobody has nothing to Not even you do

Since everyone wants to forget
Stop squawking about love

Bury Life
And live peacefully our dead

Tilou, February 23, 2007

Tilou Flaw: a poorly calibrated heart that beats within his chest .... But no matter because held in His Hand to her ... http://pititeshistoiressansconckence.blogspot.com/