An unkindness in the lure a conspiracy craving more I cannot adapt, I’m sure! in this insanity I adore the murder of the flock the hands of the ticking clock I cannot tell if this is reality or if it’s…
I still think about you every day My mind fills with thoughts of you You just can't stay away I'm probably far from your thoughts...
I wonder do you miss me do you think about me have I crossed your mind
I still walk down lonely corridors hoping to find you on my next turn. You are never there waiting for me. I hear you whispering my name more often than I care to admit.
I wish to be that beauty you speak of- angelic yet demure, which I am not. The mirror shows me less than your eyes see
Moments passed. She spread her hands, arms outstretched. A helpless gesture of excuse me, what can I do?
Words collapse on tongues-- wicker baskets of water-- without poetry.
Hand in hand. Quiet footsteps that didn’t break the silence. She looked up at me and smiled.
I don’t think I can ever stop myself anyway So, I wave my hand as we drift away Your back turned toward me as I watch you fade Oblivious. Yet that's for the better.
Lost in my own world of pop after eight hour drudgery Completely dead to the fact that the shout of "Let There Be…" is sounding
The wanderer moves on, Leaving behind the burnt up logs Few morsels of uneaten tasteless food
It hurts sometimes How much I love you