First Things First
Site hosted by Build your free website today!
This feeling is alien
I've never felt wanted
Needed before you came along
No one has ever openly sacrificed
Willingly changed for me--
Or for the sake of being with me
You say that I
Am more important than weed or cancer sticks
A toss of your hand and
That which I most hate is a thing of the past
But is it really that easy?
Am I that special to you?
What serpent lurks behind those roses you hold?