the thought of things yet to come
anger of what has just passed
i hope you sleep as well as i
shadows of smiles are all
you'll see from me
can't look to deep
you may see something you wish you hadnt.




anger and the protectrate
sadness and the darling
sweetness and the wallflower
heartache and the memorable
anticipation and tommorrows child
uncertainty and the present me.





staring at the spinnin ceiling
in the darkness i watch the window
waiting for sheep or a "z" to breeze my face
a flickerin candle or two...
the dancing light chases sleep from my head
and thoughts of tommorrow fill me with insomnia





always
anger

02/14/2002

Posted on 02/14/2002
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