LarryMullen's POPAngel
Blue Crack Distributor
She is calm
I, erratic
Wavering, harmless, yet unnerving
She speaks softly
I, hastily
Distant, inquisitive, always something
In this thing we call a bond
Not by choice, nor by adoption of customs
Blood trickles down into the water
Swirls and vanishes down the drain
Stubborn, sensitive, proud
One pet, keep your purse by the door
Keys left in their lock once in a while
Clock ticking? No, well, maybe one day…
I can’t imagine sacrificing
As she has all this time
I, erratic
Wavering, harmless, yet unnerving
She speaks softly
I, hastily
Distant, inquisitive, always something
In this thing we call a bond
Not by choice, nor by adoption of customs
Blood trickles down into the water
Swirls and vanishes down the drain
Stubborn, sensitive, proud
One pet, keep your purse by the door
Keys left in their lock once in a while
Clock ticking? No, well, maybe one day…
I can’t imagine sacrificing
As she has all this time