Thursday, June 18, 2009

Butterflies in My Notebook

This is so dangerous
I keep dropping needles on my carpet
and walking barefoot...

You carry me around
And I'm dropping needles
on the hardwood floor
No shoes on
Hoping, in your arms, I'm secure

Walking side-by-side
barefoot
on the bare cold floor
with scattered needles and shreds of the old carpet
Unafraid of all possible wounds
Because any cuts can be stitched

Yeah, any cut can be stitched

Because there's needles everywhere
And we have so much skin

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