Friday, June 13, 2003

What I Want You To Know

I wanted to write tonight
A brilliant masterpiece ensued
However, at the sight of you I became unglued

Pity, the shame of the year
Fleeting lips and floating hopes
My art worked a new ear, but now it just mopes

The cold slivering feeling of being alone
Embraced by an already calloused heart
Telling stories over the phone seemed smart

You look away at any given moment
Just to see my eyes scurry on
We owned the story, but now it’s gone

That property right was just sold
Beckoning for reasoning we knew
If we were bread, it’s old, moldy, and fungus has just grew

My only joy to leave is what I chase
Taking the chance to stay goodbye
At this pace, I’ll never again say hi

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