Sunday, February 12, 2006
cherries & tuberoses
Them mistakes are piling up higher than the dishes in the kitchen sink. Them mistakes are mine. Them mistakes were never meant to be.
You've got it all wrong, won't you please see that. But really, is this it? You're not even going to try? I know i did, because it meant alot to me. They say try again, try harder. But i say it takes two hands to clap... and one to slap. As it is, i got that one fateful hand. Take it back, take it back, would you please...
Your comfort words are piercing through my memories. I know i'll never hear them again so i kept your text messages on my moblie, your emails in my folder, your testimonials i hope you'll never take back, my memories of you i hope won't fade away. Your little gifts i keep in my magic box, your pieces of advice i still heed (warped, bizarre, deviant, whichever), your old jokes i still laugh at, your presence i still sense, your name i still utter.
With this sorrow of losing you, i hung my head in sheer sadness and madness, dark clouds seemingly chummy with me lately. Hanging above me like the damn laundry. Stupid shits.
But out of the many dark clouds, out stood out for me -- its silver lining gleamed, almost as if beaming down at me. The smarmy shit. But i thank the Lord and pray that this happiness is meant for me and stays longer than the shit in my rectum.
There's only so much i can do. For now, i'll remain loyal to time. For it will tell all.
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fara // 22:14
cherries & tuberoses
Them mistakes are piling up higher than the dishes in the kitchen sink. Them mistakes are mine. Them mistakes were never meant to be.
You've got it all wrong, won't you please see that. But really, is this it? You're not even going to try? I know i did, because it meant alot to me. They say try again, try harder. But i say it takes two hands to clap... and one to slap. As it is, i got that one fateful hand. Take it back, take it back, would you please...
Your comfort words are piercing through my memories. I know i'll never hear them again so i kept your text messages on my moblie, your emails in my folder, your testimonials i hope you'll never take back, my memories of you i hope won't fade away. Your little gifts i keep in my magic box, your pieces of advice i still heed (warped, bizarre, deviant, whichever), your old jokes i still laugh at, your presence i still sense, your name i still utter.
With this sorrow of losing you, i hung my head in sheer sadness and madness, dark clouds seemingly chummy with me lately. Hanging above me like the damn laundry. Stupid shits.
But out of the many dark clouds, out stood out for me -- its silver lining gleamed, almost as if beaming down at me. The smarmy shit. But i thank the Lord and pray that this happiness is meant for me and stays longer than the shit in my rectum.
There's only so much i can do. For now, i'll remain loyal to time. For it will tell all.
fara // 22:14
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