Tuesday, March 17, 2009

conversation or life

I've got to let go so that
I can see those things that
are so very close to me. It's
all the things that are close
that I seem to have lost.

Come crazy, I mean you, the one
staring back in the mirror. Look
at where we've come in so little
time. Forever will I love the
word that is me.

That is the moment that I feel
the words that you left for me.
They've been so carefully placed
for me to hold onto, those words -
you didn't even know.

Don't lie to stay, but don't lie
to leave. We're that sun over
the distance, drifting away and
breaking rudely into moments of
conversation or life.