He's not the only one that died that night
Buckle up
Disaffected youth was such a wild ride
It's a shame you
Never grew a spine
I would loan you a part of mine
But it wouldn't change
A night etched into
Heart ache forever
It's a shame he never
Had a chance to fight back
Against biological destiny
Falling out of my womb
Seven months too early
Ripe with a fetus rock
and blood
Explaining the guilt
Is like explaining the creation of man
With out having the Big
Bang theory to fall back on
On the mattress
My body has become center staged
Spotlight
But he's not the only one who died that night
Where did my libido go
Contemplate while you put your keys in the ignition
Miscarried with my baby
Now I wear a tragedy over my skin with a heart
Sewn into a pocket on my sleeve
Sticky with napalm and
Twelve grenade pins
Catastrophe is an excuse these days
I haven't enjoyed a man since
He tore down my hymen wall
I was a little fragile
A little tight
He wasn't the only one that died that night
So buckle up
and Buck your hips
It's a ride and a ride and a hop on top
A morphine junkie and a problem
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Written March 3rd, 2006
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wow, this is such an interesting take on the postcard. it was wonderful, expression of complex human emotion. very well developed.
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