i give you cookoo for coco-puffs
i give you stalingrad
i give you egypt
i give you lamborghini on the cote d'azur, on a starry night with a beautiful blonde who wants you& money, power, fame -- a nice italian suit of imported silk from china. exclusive reservation to a villa overlooking a black ocean
coffee
dump trucks
money
death
weeping
roller-coasters
there's nothing i can't do, and nothing that i do not know about, thoroughly acquainted with the machinery of the human soul. i ran the french revolution. i helped washington cross the delaware. london was bombed. the underdog won the kentucky derby
i made all of this out of the dust of a exploded star. because you wanted me to. because you begged me to. because you said, go ahead, it will be alright. because you said you'd love me, no matter what. and i trusted you. and i love you and you love me
think of me
think of me often and i am not far away
2 comments:
Wow. Is this for a former love or new love?
A new love!
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