Mar 08, 2007 22:06
i'm seperate from myself
a door has closed
yet i'm no longer on the floor
i made a decision
picked myself up
extracted the wrong
here i am a part of me
you always said was you
it was always me.
i see all of the parts of me
the sketches of my life
ribbed in wrong
etched in ill-mannered decisions
all i need is a clean execution
snip me here
sew me there
a notion of perfection
pretty little package seeking bliss
again?
again?
again?
i have no talent for sewing the pieces together
and its never too late.
its never too late