lackluster

it's time now, and you should know that it never made a difference to anyone...as long as we can know it's not the tangerine faces again, the drip blue coven storm myths bleak and self centered-how i wanted you-wasting aways or falling in some sort of beautiful words ranging from oblique to waterfall mist and maybe, just maybe, in a timeless days (daze) whisked away by french horns and soft sunrise serenades into the plastic ashtrays of our lives.

i remember the dream and i remember you

waiting ont he staircase, doing what you always did, driving me insane and laughing the laugh of a tender madman bent on ruining me...

i still love you that way.

2003-02-21 | 3:02 p.m.
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