"Your Tall Stories to a Cloud of Dreams"

You said that we wont know until we try, and you then you said goodbye when i fell into your trap-door of lies. I can't hate you because that's not what i feel. I hate myself for being here.

Sounds and voices twist and turn into novel sunshine. I dont want to cry over you anymore because i told myself that you were not worth my time. I'm sorry but this is where i lie dying.

Why couldn't it be much easier? You were my friend. I wanted to touch you. But now, time distances us. I cant hold on to you forever.

You write about me like you cared. I saw bits of myself through your eyes. Now their closed and i've drifted blindly into oblivion. Guilty as charged, i wish you were still my own to call to.

You never moved on to me and i was glad that you were always there, but as the tin men move between us, we're both dying. Don't look back.

  ¶ 9/29/2004 08:10:00 PM