Saturday, January 23, 2010

I know it's not literary genius, but my brain can only accomplish so much at 8:00 in the morning.

You never know what can happen
but, you never know what wont
The stories that you tell only madden
where do I find this hope

You look at me without fear
and I wish I could run - run away
I can see you pacing in the mirror
those practiced words, I wish I could say

Laughter can only cover
what it is we already know
while I fall into the cold sky's cover
I pray your warmth doesn't let me go.