you just might make me believe


what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.

mine is you.
when you lift your eyes
when you look straight ahead
when you try to speak my
heart moves with you.




10:23:00 AM
Sunday, March 26, 2006
bop to the top
should just tear it out and stomp on it for giving me false hopes.

i knew it. i just knew it.

but damn. why can't i just cut the idiotic strings and let go?

bitter? yes.

but somewhat cold, unemotional.
resigned to my fate i guess.

such an ass for believing.

naive.


i know better now.

honesty is the best policy