Friday, April 11, 2003 / Comments (0) / by elizabeth

from my livejournal…

Your face
Maybe if you smile I will endure this longer
Unconsciousness out the window
I want to feel every sting of this blow
Do you believe in me?
We tried to play our songs simultaneously
It didn’t work
So you sing mine and I’ll scratch yours

Who cares how it could have been?
(they only see how it is)
You create bridges only to burn them
You invite me to dream only to steal
My semblance of stability
Does not exist
“This won’t hurt a bit,” he tells me -
He lies…don’t they all?
Just hold my hand, I won’t look