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Previous - this entry written on May 24, 2002 at 5:28 am - Next Icebearg? Erp? Someone googled me for icebearg. Very disturbing. Not nearly as disturbing as some of the requests... gods, I hate to think of the sorts of searches I would get if I had this in long weblog format. *shudders* *soft voice, no music* How can you just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold? Maybe I'm just too demanding Maybe I'm just like my father too bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry *and the music builds...* Dig if you will the picture Of you and I engaged in a kiss The sweat of your body covers me Can you my darling Can you picture this? Dream if you can a courtyard An ocean of violets in bloom Animals strike curious poses They feel the heat The heat between me and you How can you just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold) Maybe I'm just too demanding Maybe I'm just like my father too bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry Touch if you will my stomach Feel how it trembles inside You've got the butterflies all tied up Don't make me chase you Even doves have pride How can you just leave me standing? Alone in a world so cold? (World so cold) Maybe I'm just too demanding (maybe maybe) Maybe I'm just like my father too bold (too bold) Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other (why) This is what it sounds like When doves cry ooh ooh ooh - baby How can you just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold? (a world so cold) Maybe I'm just too demanding Maybe I'm just like my father too bold (you know, you know he's too bold) Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied (never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other (why) This is what it sounds like When doves cry Over and over it plays in my head... Today, this last evening and this early morning and all of this aching half-awake dream... I've been thinking. I still refuse to believe that love and sex are the same... or even THAT connected. You CAN have one without the other, either one without the other, thank the gods. Sex... it's not some rare treasure. I won't believe that. Yeah... the first time, it's intense. It can be something precious because of the emotions, love or friendship or whatever, that we add to it. But sex in and of itself... no. ...take me down 6 underground the ground beneath your feet laid out low... I have no idea why I'm so curious. I don't have the faintest clue as to why today, I care enough to want to change... and what frightens me is that I can't remember when I STOPPED caring. When did other people stop mattering? When did I stop listening? WHY did I stop listening? Hosted by Diaryland - All Rights Reserved - Image, Layout, and Content copyright Jax Raven - - Do Not Feed The Moose - |
