Whatever makes You happy

by Talk Show Host   Sep 30, 2005


By myself
pianos
and oranges
and deep dark blood
please hurt me
for i love to cry
haven't you heard?
i am a thief
and i am a liar
unworthy
of love
unworthy
of Your love
and even in higher form
and it is my fault
i have slipped
wished for the sinful
i am shaking
why am i me?

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