goodbye to the limited
Friday, September 28th, 2007
my body is abandonded yet full of twisted knots
they say it is rare and i love to make history
we all appreciate being incomparable and having a story
investigating pain and feeling for pills to dismiss it
can’t espy where the friends i savored conversations went
wham, bam, thank you ma’am
miss me inferiorly and presume true the sentiment becomes mutual
no sugar, no poem, no in-between-lines just harsh, sweet honesty
i was there for those who needed shoulders
hair held back, gave sober rides, gentle talks
let’s say it lucidly; i am sure my breathing space is limited to you
i am limitless in the hearts of only a few
just so proud i figured who those few finally are
