i can't find the heart
i think maybe it was left out
and ended up in that pile i still haven't sorted
i haven't the time
i haven't the will
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
pray the rain don't come
funny how seeing your name, written in full
across a page i should have thrown out years ago
sends me right back down the very streets i've been avoiding.
and you, unaware, would fail to recognize the outline of a girl, passing by,
as the one you once swore to give everything for.
not now, incapable of looking past the pictures you've painted
to escape the reality of all that's been corrupted.
and, really, once you've painted yourself into your four happy corners and walls
it will be hard to see anything.
just pray the rain don't come, cos i've been begging for it
across a page i should have thrown out years ago
sends me right back down the very streets i've been avoiding.
and you, unaware, would fail to recognize the outline of a girl, passing by,
as the one you once swore to give everything for.
not now, incapable of looking past the pictures you've painted
to escape the reality of all that's been corrupted.
and, really, once you've painted yourself into your four happy corners and walls
it will be hard to see anything.
just pray the rain don't come, cos i've been begging for it
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