Jan 06, 2003 23:20
I don't usually share this poetry stuff, but it's not as hard as it used to be.
September 4th 2002 "Microworld"
The freedom's there
And the dream feels
I wonder how I know who I am
We drive like the hills
And I am the countryside forever
We're in our large world of nowhere
Forever isn't as big as now
My love finds silence
Creates a sphere, and we are
September 29th 2002 "Whispers Shout"
How is it, pretending to be straight?
(Wouldn't I know)
How is it, tight rope walking
When all I want to do is be with you
Yeah, well, I finally stopped pretending
I let myself fall in love
(As if I could stop
Me from being the world's
-- from being mine -- )
And what do you do, but become more beautiful?
-- from being yours --
And this tight rope's getting loose
I'm thinking I'm going to fall
And what do you do?
But catch me
-- from being ours --
Confuse me, crash, spin around
And right into your arms
Whispers shout
"I'm in love with you."