Bitter California Winter
By TheOtherYou
the cold air bites at my fingertips. how this moment could possibly remind me of you is beyond me. but everything does, somehow. and as my heart says yes. my mind replies with no. and my body's in the middle screaming, 'hurry up! let's go!' my heart the hopeless romantic. my mind the intellectual. my body the worthless clown. he only wants what he can feel. but one thing these bumbling cohorts can agree on. is that you stimulate them all one way or another. it's a full day later but i can still taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes as you circulate my brain. you run through me like the blood in my veins. so as i sat there confused. not sure which piece of me is telling the truth. and then i came to the conclusion that my mind may lead me to riches and my body may lead me to physical gratification but only my heart can lead me to happiness. so now i tell you what is in my heart... i can't stand to be without you.so i ripped off the butthole surfers...what's your point? Written February 12th, 2002 © on Feb 12 2002 11:44 AM PST, daniel (6) joseph (6) scarpa (6) 10 • 0
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"the cold air bites at my fingertips. ..."