Singing slow nonsense to myself
That only I can understand
Grinding my teeth to nubs
The fire that heats my blood
Is running cool ice.
Where's the lovesong? That we sung
When we were bestfriends and now
That's gone you steal the show
Tuesday, September 27, 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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