These bones are made of reason,
These bones are made of rage,
These bones are made of passion,
All three within this cage.
This cage is made of flesh,
This cage is made of blood,
This cage is made to hold inside,
To hold inside this flood.
This flood is what I’m feeling,
This flood is all that’s true,
This flood tells of love I have,
Love I have for you.
You’re perfect without reason,
Enough to invoke rage,
I taste an unknown passion,
Within my flesh bound cage.
1 comment:
so Jim wrote this?
or you wrote this about Jim?
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