Without thinking, I can also turn and lash out <br />with my teeth sharp exposed, do you now, not get <br />this picture in full...right....now..i am just like you, <br />so low from hard up scenes, I wish..I were <br />miles apart, gone from my head, when i lay <br />on those sheets, do you think there of white <br />satin, on which I like, you do so crave, I'm just <br />like you, there filled so far high, to the ceiling <br />down to the floor of nothing but raw abrasive <br />denim, those rosy tears that run down from <br />the moon, are the blues, I have like you.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-just-like-you-when-blue/
