Oct 03, 2005 22:22
i want to be the surgeon that cuts you open
and fixes all of life mistakes
i want to be the house that you were raised in
the only place that you feel safe
i want to be your shower in the morning that
wakes you up and makes you clean
i know i'm just the weather against your window
as you sleep throw a winter's dream.
don't adore what is impossible...
if you dig in the past who knows what you might find...?
don't you love what is intangible?
ah sigh.