Thursday, March 21, 2002
i will take a sheet of notebook paper out
drawing two columns
the perfections and the imperfections
i will write in words
(knowing that they will haunt me like a flawed smile)
i will think in pictures
(knowing that they will play without a beautiful soundtrack)
i will not remember what i should know
i will not forget what never was
i will go to sleep and forget i ever even said this.
drawing two columns
the perfections and the imperfections
i will write in words
(knowing that they will haunt me like a flawed smile)
i will think in pictures
(knowing that they will play without a beautiful soundtrack)
i will not remember what i should know
i will not forget what never was
i will go to sleep and forget i ever even said this.