The Ghosts of my past.

December 6th, 2009-Pull It Together

Pull it together.

Cover your insanity.

Forgetting all your memories.

They were full of obscenity.

Treasure your life with rarity.

Because you mean so much to me.

Pull the wool over.

Kiss my lips; oh so gently.

Your touch is such a delicacy.

My thought all drift prudently.

We all fly so merrily.

Only let your soul go free.