10.18.2005

war buddies.

Left. Right. Left.
Stick your charged weapons high.
And march with grit into battle.
Take my hand and we’ll end it together.

Footsteps move to each death defying scream.
Across the desert, damage bellows.
Eyes closed, it’s our turn now.
Right. Left. Right.

posted by meg at 12:27 a.m.

4 Comments:

Blogger christy said...

have i told you before that i wished i could write poetry?

i do.

i'm jealous of people that can.

2:03 a.m.  
Blogger meg said...

have i told you before that i wish i could fuck you in the ass?

i do.

i'm jealous of people that can.

6:32 p.m.  
Blogger christy said...

oh wow, meg, that's pretty hot.

wait a year, and i'll bring a strap-on?

oh my.

12:43 a.m.  
Blogger meg said...

a strap and salad sound great!

1:20 a.m.  

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