He sometimes tells himself,
It's just an everyday
But he never seems to find inside
The words he always meant to say
He's at home when the sky falls down
Puddled feet, muddled mind,
Head too high to find the ground
Saturday, March 03, 2012
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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