Danced gracefully around my blunder
Popping pills called passion
While you dole out love in ration
It's effective, selective
Momentarily objective
I gave my notice to your heart
You said don't kill it before we start
So I take your hand
And walk sleepily in the sand
As you calm my fire
and build a hearth for my desire
Nichole P Leigh
5 comments:
Pills called passion.......we all could use some of that. It's good when you don't overdose on it. I also live the line.....you dole out love in ration. Beautiful poem.
Posted by LakerBunny on April 28, 2006 - Friday at 12:31 PM
Thanks baby! I ALWAYS overdose!
Posted by nichole leigh :: photographer on April 30, 2006 - Sunday at 1:27
You just have to ride with the happy pills and keep taking them regularly, but don't let them delude you. Sometimes, those passion pills could be laced with deception. I hope that I am not a mood killer. I love the devotion in this poem. Rockstar!
Posted by The Alterego on April 28, 2006 - Friday at 2:12 PM
Mood schmood! C'yant kill whattam on ;)
Posted by nichole leigh :: photographer on April 30, 2006 - Sunday at 1:29 AM
how a 30 year old woman says she has a crush
Posted by *JoE: the B-Side tape you slept on on April 28, 2006 - Friday at 6:03 PM
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