Today . . . and Tomorrow (14 February 2006)
trappedinmyradio
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On all the Valentine's Days,
of all my living years,
I have never found a way
to say the things to you
so that you would realize that
today I'm better off without
you. I get so tangled up
inside the dyes of your eyes
that I forget which way
this weaver's tongue should
fold. Even though I know
that being alone, this year,
is just for show, and tomorrow
comes either way. So, even if
the words don't come out right,
I'm going to hate you until this
walking Jesus is finally put to rest.
of all my living years,
I have never found a way
to say the things to you
so that you would realize that
today I'm better off without
you. I get so tangled up
inside the dyes of your eyes
that I forget which way
this weaver's tongue should
fold. Even though I know
that being alone, this year,
is just for show, and tomorrow
comes either way. So, even if
the words don't come out right,
I'm going to hate you until this
walking Jesus is finally put to rest.
I'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours
from my window to yours
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who is "I", then?
I've read this several times today, D. I like everything except the "hate" part... (I hate hate). I used to love hate like a victim of some domestic type situation... 'tis no longer the case. I've become rather suspicious of its worth, lol
good to see you
Rachel
from my window to yours
too sad...
why is it too sad? i'm really interested in what people see here.
from my window to yours