Once again we recreate the good times
On our blank canvases
We are picking up the pieces
We are running round in circles.
It's not a trifle to hear you laugh
To see you cry
If you'll get to wipe
Away those tears dear
I'll see about some coffee.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
On being inside time
I lose myself inside today Rattling against walls Smooth unmarked unyeilding With the futility of An unwatched clock Today is much too vas...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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