May 17, 2006 20:25
butterfly breezes bowl me over.
i am strong.
through the pretense of imagination i've fought battle dreamed hearts collide enough to verbalize.
the vernacular fails you as time scratches holes heart plugged and dying.
choke.
heaven dismisses us.
you're afraid.
it's never over, we'll never escape.
we are--heartless and heartfelt.
when does beauty fail?