'Repair me.'
By blackheart
Can you read my mind? See into the anguish? Tear through every torment, Don’t leave me here. Repair me. Pretty, pretty please, My heart and soul as cherry… On top. (not for long). On top. Can you see the heartache? Witness the distraction? Fear the way I feel concern, Don’t leave me… Repair me. (I really want to cry!!), Pretty, pretty please!? I have so much love to share, But nobody who wants to divide theirs with me… I wish I was on top. (just for a second). On top. Can you feel me really? Touch the real me? Perceive the things that make me, Don’t… don’t… don’t… Leave me here. Alone… Again, not again. Repair me. (the tears meet my eye… my cheek, your thigh). Pretty, pretty please?!?!? Don’t ask me anymore, Just let me find a feeling… something relieving… (remember how I do not care how my body bends and breaks… and yet, it affects me!). I want to be on top. (I cannot), I want the anger, pain, stress, anxiety, worry, shake, heartache… to stop! (It cannot), I want to be on top. Repair me? Please? Before it is too late… Repair me! Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 16 2002 12:13 PM PST, harry luck 0 • 10
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"Can you read my mind?..."