Without thinking, I can also turn and lash out
with my teeth sharp exposed, do you now, not get
this picture in full...right....now..i am just like you,
so low from hard up scenes, I wish..I were
miles apart, gone from my head, when i lay
on those sheets, do you think there of white
satin, on which I like, you do so crave, I'm just
like you, there filled so far high, to the ceiling
down to the floor of nothing but raw abrasive
denim, those rosy tears that run down from
the moon, are the blues, I have like you.
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-just-like-you-when-blue/
