to the inspiration on DUP

She held her hands,
but still waved me away,
she showed me love,
but I was, way,
way
way
weigh
past looking
and i tucked my heart for you to never grip,
but I sat gorping, just..
me and you.

watching...away...

overcome but not unstuck,
more pierce hit,
like little trucks their little tracks i focused in...
they chose the line..my arm was your to bleed,
our Papal our Saint. Plessington

*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Plessington