07-17-2005, 11:42 AM | #1 (permalink) |
follower of the child's crusade?
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and so I wrote this just now
He lives in a room
All on his own He writes out poems Nobody reads, nobody gets She doesnt cry Anymore, she doesnt Wear that shirt he bought Ever, but she hasnt thrown it out All he ever needed was a sense of perspective All the love he feels is undirected Oh mother, oh mother, I cant explain Just what you've done to me She never knows how to answer the phone It could be anything the wars I wage, the wars I wage Mean NOTHING to her Just an ideal Every black eye I've ever took Healed up long ago There's lots of things I cant get right But I'll fight If you try to kill me tonight I wish I could dye my eyes all white And I wish I could be there tonight SO if you start crying I could kiss away your tears I wont be crying But I wanted to And I wanted to Flicking through these photographs The sun in your hair That smile, your hand Unthinkingly finding mine The old field behind the estate And another Your hand on my chest Golden hair Your hand in my hand A unthinking kiss Unblinking eyes, staring into me The ringtone of your phone Jesus There is only so much Of this I can take Without dying.
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07-17-2005, 04:46 PM | #2 (permalink) |
Drifting
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Good to see you back in here, SF
This shows a conflict, to me - how to be true to yourself and still reach out and allow others in .,.. it is a balance we all work at
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