aprilpalmer

I'm dreaming of dreams to keep my waking years young. Playing--with thoughts that perhaps should be left for a child of the past. The longing seeks to be my mate--holding me too tightly. I, too, can't let go--holding it in the palm of my heart-- this thorn of flesh in my flesh--teasing my sensibilities 'til I'm blue in the face - dead. Holds me captivated. I had a dream I bore a child of shame. I couldn't look at her. Her skin was made up of memories-- ones I thought I had finally lost in the dust of ago. The acidic tears seared my pleasant state of numbness. "I need you." no. "I need you. look at me. you brought me here. I can't live