Raindrops on your nose.
Rounding circles, circles,
And then it goes    to your head.

Complacent tears they shed,
Soaking nearly all
the pillows on our bed.

The irritating feeling of remembering the places we have gone
The roads were long.
And now I'm thinking of those raindrops and the telephones
And the sorrow that was shown.

A car commercial and then
some warnings of cancer.
I'm smiling broad again and
wondering where you've been.
The sun is high in the sky
and I'm closing my eyes.
The T.V. hums and yields
to the thoughts in my head.
I'm wondering after all of this
why you're still in bed.

I appreciate your strike for independence.

That's not what this is.
Don't trivialize it.

What is it then?

This is me in the rain,
Being okay.

A spotlight flickers on.
She looks to the side
Then down, then up.

Her hair shines with the glare.
The credits are rolling across
the screen and she's running
Backstage, with that long letter
Balled tightly inside of her fist.
It's all ripping to sad shreds
and the spotlight shines on.
Hot tears streak her cheeks
with sadistic trails of saltwater.
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After a long time, there came a hiatus.  A breaking.

The tapestries on the wall remind me of your baggy sweater, that one you used to wear on those long walks in the cold.  The walks at night, when I was there beside you as your teeth chattered.  You'd bunch the ends of your sleeves in your fists tightly and walk slowly underneath that vast, spotted ( Read more... )

Then, as if in a dream
She slowly removed her mask
And they began to scream.

Is this all that remains?

Just let me sleep, just let me sleep
Your lips are pearls at the bottom of the sea
Let me sleep, sleep real deep
Your lips are mine to keep

And I am sound asleep

It's nighttime, and I'm fast asleep
I want a garden with an overuse of pesticides.
You can cover your words over deep
And with you, I'll sit alongside.

I've come to realize, that inside,
I can't hide.

Inside, I want to bury this.
I need to know that this still exists.
Inside, I want to forget.
I can't help running from it.
Your silhuoette.

Well, the art that you put on a pedestal is just what everybody else says has meaning, and now you're thinking, No, no, no.
And now I'm reaching out to you, I'm a bird on a tether, straining for the sky.
This isn't what you wanted, but I still wanna try.
This is art, in it's greatest form.

I'm crawling in the dark, my nails on the floor
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