Sunday, May 2, 2010

I Once Knew a Girl from Texas

I once knew a girl from Texas,
she rearranged my axis
and I was turned upside down.
I stood with my head on the ground
begging for more:
love is a scar.

She's a red haired six foot girl,
a flame about to curl,
who burned me good,
as if I were wood,
and still I want more:
love is a scar.

Tell me how the story ends,
does a dream stop when the eye opens,
or is everything make believe,
people come and then they leave?
What is this feeling for?
Love is a scar.

Ben Gage

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