i was gorgeous once...
and loved
once
or twice
(a night)
filled up with lazy light
intune with the intangible.

my face and angel hair
my dream educing stare

now my bones are broken toys
under the same skin that young boys
once kissed
inticingly
encouraging me
to drop my playthings
and pay attention

'to try and try again...'

and again
and again.

there is a program for people like me. i have hopped in and out of this program for a while now. To recover from this hopeless state of mind and body, they say, you must find a power greater then yourself by which to live.