Saturday, December 31, 2005

maybe yr not the one

and good was the way
of following yr mother over the way

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the pen is weak
my heart fails me
and yr always following my steps
slow as they are
i will dine
this sleepy meal alone...

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why are you so cold to me
barely it hurts so easily
i will dig this tired land
fulfill all yr eager demands

hey beautiful
what more do you want of me
you hide so many parts of me
in all yr hair and jewelry

and i asked that tree
that stood above you and me
why you always walk fast
and why you wear that mask.