Sunday, October 31, 2004
October’s heart is engaged in a constant
---------tug of war
---September sings her sweet siren songs
---------of muggy summer nights
--and November never ceases
-------beckoning him closer
she stands delicately adorned
----in a crown of decay
patiently waiting for him to fall
----------into her cold embrace
---------tug of war
---September sings her sweet siren songs
---------of muggy summer nights
--and November never ceases
-------beckoning him closer
she stands delicately adorned
----in a crown of decay
patiently waiting for him to fall
----------into her cold embrace
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
tomorrow’s weight is underestimated
-------until it’s sitting on your chest
staring you down
---it wants you to know that
it doesn’t care if you’re there
now and later are linked by a single breath
------there’s no more to it
---and nothing less will suffice
-------until it’s sitting on your chest
staring you down
---it wants you to know that
it doesn’t care if you’re there
now and later are linked by a single breath
------there’s no more to it
---and nothing less will suffice
