"Let's let stargones be stargones,"
she said
"Let's let lying cats lie.
You know i meant ninety-nine
and one half percent what i said
from the start.
Just tell me, baby, i'm still
queen of your heart."
Oh Stone Angel!
You're blissed and you're flushed
Your equivocations are the glue
for a puzzle that doesn't quite fit
But dreaming didn't get nobody
nowhere.
If you want me baby...
(i'm yours)
this is NOT stupid! i don't know what you're talking about...it's lovely!! hehe that's my new word...lovely...it's a good word =) but anyway, this poem is so good...
brittany