
Blood and Guts: Helena Lazaro
Just TRY not to think of the Bon Jovi song
November 22, 2005 05:47 PM
Wanted
i was looking
for love
i asked everyone
if they'd seen it
i tried to put together a definition
like a police sketch
so i knew what i was trying to find
but they all told me
something different
i added the flowers and the sun
the switchblades and the blood
and when i was done
it looked like nothing
and everything
which they told me
was just about right
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