Random Girl. Real Experience. (title is for you trevor)

I saw you at McDonald's; you were beautiful. I wanted to jump your bones, or something like that. You had beautiful dark skin and you were wearing a low cut shirt, or blouse; I frankly don't know the difference.

But you were nervous, and I knew this because of the look on your face,
and i could tell from the distance that you followed your friends at; very close.

You sat at a table in the back with 2 other of your friends, and you met with a guy who really just looked like a drug dealer. It was unmistakable, with the round pack of chew sticking out from his back pocket, and his motorcycle.

I'm assuming that you met to arrange a hit on one of your close friend's mom, or just to score some illegal prescription drugs; either way, it doesn't really matter.



This was my observation. This was my decision. This was my judgment.

Christ.

Inside of that heart there is your true calling. The heart that beats the blood of Jesus; or something like that.

Outside of that heart all I can see is destruction and depression and depravity and delusion.




You are pumping too.
That blood in your side, and water,
it's almost too much.

We learn about you
on Easter and Christmas Day.
We learn to ask and receive.

I asked for wisdom
and though you gave it to me,
I didn't know it hurt.

I'm asking for love
now, and wondering when it
will come. I hope soon.

I can feel the warmth from the lack of wind; I hide,
crouching behind a wall, and sit down where no one can get
to me.


or something...