Do it for you

by slog

Posted to Utterances on 2004-04-30 09:48:00

Attraction being a fleeting thing, this spring has left. Not sure, reading you like I would a Gertrude Stein story. Sometimes the boy in the corner is drinking alone.

You came to me a baby faced cherub with a cancerous disease. You didn’t need to leave me. For secrets we carry your benign hope with all intents all of benevolence but the attitude must be shattered to attain solvency. I feel your pain rather deeply.


The last thing I might to do is scar or scares you.

The last thing I wanted was stares. The last place we needed to go was up the stairs…I’m not asking much.

Do it for your own good.