Friday, November 11, 2005

Push me and I will resist, this behavior's not unique...
Everything has changed, absolutely nothing's changed

wicked wrists flick the whip

the delicious lashes lick

opening gashes in the back of my mind

is it in my head?

these types of flames burn brightly

but they don't last

leaving a mark on the back of your eyelids

that you can see when you close your eyes

but that fades too

and we're all left wondering what might have been

what songs were left unwritten?

what notes were left unplayed?

you close your eyes again

but it's gone

and you have only a memory


sometimes it hurts so much you wish it would go away

but it doesn't